[Only one person has ever looked at her like that, or at least only one had been first in her heart. And he was here, in front of her, while she's looking like Carrie White at the prom. Not that it matters what she looks like -- it never had, and it's not what she's concerned with. It's that he's dead, but also alive, and out there somewhere, and the somewhere was here?

Then again, maybe they were both dead now. But it doesn't change how glad she is to see him. She wants to throw her arms around him and hold him, tell him everything that's happened without knowing where to start. But she was covered in blood, and that was not something he would enjoy. Still, she can't help but smile to see him, even if it's some trick of the environment.]

Fitz...