"No, Savannah!" he said and reached for her, pulling her into his lap so he could hold her and get her to focus on the here and now. He didn't the story. He didn't like the picture of her being killed in such a gruesome manner. He didn't like the idea of her dying period. Forget him. He cared about her and her emotions right now where centered on that other AU life that didn't actually exist for them. They were what was real and it was that that he repeated to her over and over again.

"...I'm here and I'm alive and I'm your Johnny. You didn't get her killed, sweetheart. You didn't. That place... it seems like no one was surviving well. The death of Johnny and Savannah seemed inevitable. What could you have done? They loved each other till the end and cling to that, Savannah. And cling to the fact that we are here and alive and that this is our life."