"That's the second time now," she noted, idly. "Where I closed my eyes and thought for sure that that was it. Not just, 'the mission's gone bad, I wonder if we're gonna get out of this alive,' but -- fade to black, and when the world comes back into focus, you're confused that it's still there."

She didn't have to tell him when the first time had been. Or ask if he knew what she meant. They were Turks. They'd all walked that line one time or another.