"Really?" Beverly jokes easily, her smile coming without reservation as it does so rarely here these days. Pushing forward, she comes to stand beside the punching bag. "You might need to teach me what it means."

She does understand being unable to sleep or sometimes even rest. Sometimes the memories are worse than the nightmares. Sometimes they combine so that neither waking nor sleeping hours are safe. It's like the time Beverly lost Jack, only on a much larger scale. But she feels as though she's been going through the same coping mechanisms now that she had back then, the same time she'd had to take to deal with what had happened.

And she can certainly understand Fatima's position. Acutely, even. Oddly enough, she's a good one to have that conversation with.

"I felt that way after I lost Jack," she murmurs softly. "That didn't have as much to do with horrors like you two faced, more that I really loved and missed him."

The bad part is that it doesn't really get any better.

"At least with Q in charge, there's always a chance that you'll see him again." Unlike Jack and Beverly. She doubts even Q has the power to bring back the dead. Though really she shouldn't doubt the one here. He has a lot of power and cosmic boredom. Who knows what he'll do?