Scott. [Well, that's like losing a friend all over again. He looks devastated when Sam tells him no one else is around. "Just you" is like a sentence, and Tony releases his grip on Sam's arm to bring his hand to his mouth, rubbing his face.]

How long have you been here? We don't know- they could still be here. We don't know they aren't somewhere on this rock. We can find them.

[There is a tight desperation in his voice that probably does sound familiar. A quiet determination that comes from not wanting to believe the worst, and he looks at Sam defiantly, almost childishly.]

We will find them.