They were floating in impenetrable darkness. Tom felt Harry's hand in his, desperately holding on. When he wove their fingers together, the frantic young man stilled. He felt the stone of the Gaunt ring slicing into the skin of his palm but paid it no mind. Then, images formed around them. He recognised the Potters, and another young woman, who looked at him with so much love that he felt like drowning. Her voice was full of regret when she whispered, "Oh, Tom. I am so sorry."