"He's safe?" The words were confused but hopeful, though not quite trusting. It didn't make sense. If he was safe, then he would be there with her. He'd never left her, he'd promised that he never would--

Let me stay wit' you, chere.

She shook her head again, leaning away from the wall and took a step forward toward the bed, though that wasn't her intention. "He's not--" He wasn't here. This wasn't her world, buildings were still standing and people were still alive. But he wasn't. The realization hit her like a fist to the stomach, the memories clicking back into proper order and she covered her mouth in shock.