Sam feels absurdly proud of that--again, weird, because it's not like she planned out exactly how Janet looks or did anything, really, except manage to give birth to her--and she touches the little wisps of blonde hair that are sticking up from Janet's head, a little staticky from her hat. It's hard to know what to say, because Jack looks stunned, like someone's hit him in the head and he's trying to get his bearings. She tries to image what it would be like if their situations were reversed and she can't. She doesn't know what she'd say if she showed up in an alternate universe where Jack was alone with a child of theirs. She can't get her head around it.

She shifts Janet in her arms so Jack can get a better look at her, and it's enough to wake her, even though Sam didn't meant to do that just yet. Janet opens her eyes gradually, like it's an effort to wake up while bundled in warm blankets.