Rosie smiles at the squeeze to her angle, shifting her foot just slightly in his grip. She hadn't needed the reassurance, but she's glad of it anyway, the easy understanding that's flowed between the two of them for almost as long as they've known each other. "That would be something, wouldn't it?" she says. "Seeing the places we'd all come from, instead of just wondering."

The thought of being in Greendale at all, seeing a version of Nick that might not remember her, doesn't ache as much as she might have feared. It's a realization she doesn't know what to do with, and she sets it aside for now.