Gwin looked into his mind as invited.  She walked through the pain that was his life.  She saw him meet his wife and the love that thrived between then and her own pain with Gabriel crept to her.  She pushed it away, having no time for it at this moment.  She walked further and saw the birth of the boys and how they grew and felt his love and pride.  Then the war came.  The pain and loneliness of parting consumed him, but he did what he felt he must.  He fought bravely keeping the reasons he was in that hell in his sights so as not to get lost to that horror.  He made it home, but oh no, his wife.  The heart stopping cry of pain.  Gwin was glad she had Jake to keep her steady through that.  Had she not had him, there is no telling what would happen.  She shot Jake a whisper of thanks.  She is flushed with a feeling of welcome and she continues through Jayden's mind.  She feels his aching, his yearning as the boys have no idea who he is.  A forgotten ghost haunting the living.  She looks deeper at these memories.  They are real, untampered, unplanted.  They are his.  She pulls back and feels one last thing.  Everyone saw Isaac get shot, but no one saw him after.  Did he really die?  Micheal is now Jayden and not really dead as Gabriel believes so hard.   Isaac, Gabriel and Gwin were not as deceased as Alice believed.  How possible is it that Isaac lived.  She ponders these things in her own mind, not planting a hope that might only lead to further devestation if Isaac were truly dead.  She does leave Jayden with the feeling of empathy and acceptance.  She keeps the conversation mental whispers though.  "Where do we go from here?"