No way, no how. The big guy would never do something like this, Will says and Kate has a sudden fierce flash of just why she loves him. He never stops believing in them, not ever. He's the first person who said you can be more and the stuck around to make sure she did it.

...and he's turned into a really good shot. Things must be bad. Not like Will can't shoot. He was trained at Quantico. But he's not usually the first one to draw a gun or to use it.

The scene shifts and there's Henry and that hope and faith turns to ash. She knows that face, both of them. And... "No," she whispers but she can't even squeeze her eyes shut or hide her face from Phoebe. She can't care right now. She has to know. It has to be okay. It has to.