I look at her face and I either want to laugh or cry: I'm not sure which. I don't do either. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." I don't think I apologised much before. "I just want to feel you're real. I know you are, but." That we really fixed her, that I'm here. "Is Syl better? I was there when she was in the woods, I got shot - " There's suddenly so much I want to ask and know. "Does Zann still have my truck - is it alright?" Part of me wants to ask, Can I come home? Which makes me think of Valmont, and Iblis and just - too much.