"I know," Erik says, and he looks on sympathetically. He knows what it's like to be here and have everyone know you, except you. He also knows what it's like to have nothing, to start from scratch. He's done it three times now-- once, to start over in America and get away from the haunting of the War. And once, an idyllic rest stop after chasing Shaw for seventeen years, believing his life could start again. Once, in Poland, where he felt like he'd been dead inside so long and finally he could breathe.

"I think you should take my room," he says. It won't remind him of how he was here before, when he wakes up, because none of those possessions are his. Instead, he can be surrounded by all of Erik's things. "I'll ask Tony to keep the deeds," he adds. "I don't think there were any other projects waiting on you."

And, of course, he'll buy a whole lot of stiff drinks.