"I'm sorry," she tells him, looking down at the floor. She's not running from him or trying to dance around anything. The time for that is over, especially now that she's so sure. "I don't know what happened, Hercules. It should have been good for five years, but--"

She swallows, sucks in a breath and looks up at him, eyes wet but they don't drop tears.

"But the...implant failed. I'm--"

Pregnant.