Emma had taken to taking a walk everyday just to see if anything had changed. She didn't expect that anything would, but she figured if something did it would be a pleasant surprise, and frankly she could use some good in her life. The bruises on her arms and wrists were fading, but she remembered them. She hated that she had been caught so unawares.

She stops dead and stares. She has to be dreaming, right? He was just a figment of her imagination, he had to be. There was no way that she would get lucky enough to have someone from back home.