Simmons has been trying, trying, and failing to find some kind of respite. She hates hiding away in the Nexus, but it feels like the only place she can breathe. Right now, she needs to be away from the motel and away from Fitz trying to rationalize Ward's actions away. She needs to be here, but here is suddenly a place with a familiar figure in the distance.

She had seen him on the news, after everything had fallen apart. "Sam Wilson," she blurts out his name, before she catches herself. "Sorry. I didn't expect to see you here."

Perhaps her world is invading this one. Maybe there really is no escape.