“It took me a lot longer to come up with them,” Ivan says, gravely. Sloane teases him, “I see snow was not your best work. How about some coordinates next time?” Ivan is too used to his wife’s ribbing to rise to the bait. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t looking for me in the desert, my love. I know how you hate sand.” Dom scoffs. “Yeah it was super helpful, we crossed Fiji off the map.” Ivan is unperturbed. “You did find me in the end.” “It was a dark time,” Lara says quietly. “We’re in brighter days now.”
