When Will starts shouting - Magnus! Kate! Anybody, come in! Magnus, come in. Kate, anyone, come in. Magnus, if you can read me, please respond. Magnus! - Kate tears in two. Her breathing's harsh and raspy, and her hand's somehow made it onto Jim's other arm, fingernails digging into it. Hearing Will panicking like that over them is worse than seeing them in the van on its side and in pieces on the ground. Way worse.

She's not scared of dying. Never has been. Not scared of watching herself die. If this is her swan song, at least she went out doing the best thing she's ever done: saving Biggie.

...she hopes.