Yeah.

[She smiles, just a little, more to comfort him than anything.]

Honestly it would be more of that, after. You wouldn't remember it, I don't think, not this time. But that's all time is, isn't it? A web of possibilities? Humans stumble their way through it, walking along one strand of that web, every path divided by others that were taken a different time, which lead to different outcomes.

We'd make it eventually. Some version of us, at least, even if there were others that would be lost.