Stephen had to struggle to hold on to whatever mist that the man once was. His wings unfurled and his arms grasped at almost nothing - a mist. "It's all... right, Doctor. It's going to be all right." He felt the lie - he hated telling anyone this - when it wasn't.

There was a lot of inner turmoil, the Strange of this world did not want to let go of her. "Think of what she would want... would she - want this?"