"Would you spend the rest of your life together with me and be my wife?"
There was nothing in recent weeks that could have prepared Stephanie for this pivotal moment in her life.
Mark, proposing to her, in the bunker?
Holy heck, this was one hell of a ride.
"Mark?" Her voice trembled, her hands flying to cover her mouth. But this wasn't a shock out of nowhere. She had an inkling that Mark might someday propose to her, as he should, but it wasn't this early.
She looked around. Her surrounding was the cold, bleak, almost monochromatic place where hope was nowhere to be found.
Look at the Dreamers still being hooked to the life supports. Look at them being on their own, left drifting in the sea of void, where their consciousness take shape of any characters the Dome thinks it's necessary.
Stephanie couldn't understand.
