"Was it easy to get back into it?" She asked. For her, participating in excavations came as naturally as breathing. Even now with all her trauma and grief, Jo could vividly picture the set up in Venezuela, the layout of the tools and the careful roping off of areas. But, would she still remember what went where if she returned to it five years later? Would she still even be accepted as a professional?

She took a deep breath. Alfred wasn't wrong about there being joy to be found, as she already was keenly aware of the possibilities waiting for her. "There's a man who wants to marry me. Here." Jo continued, surprised by her admission. Alfred was the first person to know of her relationship, and, shockingly, it felt like a relief to speak of it with someone who wouldn't judge or pressure her.

"He's wonderful and I'm happy. But ... marriage ... it was never something I dreamt of. It was never something I envisioned myself doing."