Strand's unfounded explanations were often as wild as the tales of the supernatural he was trying to debunk. More so, given he was willing to make his own wild leaps of logic based on flimsy evidence at best when the evidence presented to him otherwise was much stronger. It was a large part of why Simon wrote him off so early. Richard Strand wasn't going to help, not on his own, but Alex Reagan, well... she could be reached. She would help him preserve sunsets.

He knew she understood. All the way back to Maddie Franks he knew, deep down she knew he was right. What he was doing was necessary. Alex understood and that's why he could trust her, not only with this but in general. She wasn't judging him the way others would and did. She understood that he didn't do what he did out of some sick pleasure, only necessity.

He didn't want their world to be lost. Neither did Alex.

Her agreement was met with a faint, tired smile. "I know you will," Alex was good on her word like that. "He might protest, I think that's a great idea." Something of a bigger grin crossed his features at that. Simon thought Alex's bad jokes were great.