She's standing at the end of the hallway, dressed in the vibrant blue dress the boys had always fawned over her for. It's as if she's stepped out of that time, dressed as she was, wearing the jewelry she'd worn, her hair swept up to expose her throat.

She knows she's there -- really there -- and not where she had been, which was not dark and quiet and surrounded by those who walked in death. And her pale eyes lock on his form, someone she hasn't seen since... since before...

At the end of the hallways she remains, though.