"We only remember what we remember, this is all we really have." And her tongue burns with what she doesn't say, but she hears it in her mind anyway. We are all we really have, aren't we? [the journey of Lucy to Wyatt in this and every timeline]

"Besides," she adds leaning forward, her elbows coming up to rest against her knees, her hands clasped together. "I know how I felt that night, and all the nights beforehand. You can't put me in a timeline where the path doesn't end back with you." [a series of conversations between Lucy & Wyatt somewhere down the line]

"He has a memory of her from years ago. It's bright and pink, though he knows that can't be true, because in it she's sitting at a table in a dingy, dull bunker, brown sweater, no sunlight, no warmth, and yet – he feels it, the rays of the sun." [Future Wyatt deals with a few demons. Lucy/Wyatt. Post 2x10]

"he's behind her pushing her forward or three steps ahead clearing the way, and it's so familiar, her trust in him, so real and constant in an existence where they literally rewrite history, and it calms her like a compass or a candle in the darkness, when he's there, matching steps with her." [a progression of moments in Lucy's journey back to Wyatt. Lucy/Wyatt, post 2x10]