"No, no no no," she tells him. "It's okay. Don't be sorry. It's okay." Her words are earnest as she looks up at him, trying to protect him more than anything. He already worried so much about her.

She doesn't let go of him, holds him as tight as she can because the tighter she holds him the realer he feels. And he is real. It's not a hallucination or a dream. He's there, she's here, and they're together. Wherever they are now.

It doesn't matter. Because they're together.

She presses her lips together for a moment, considering. Was she okay? Were any of them? "Am now." she squeezes him tight. "Are you?"