She hitched her breath. Her heart, or whatever equivalent she has, would have skipped a beat if it hadn't stopped long ago. It had been eight years since she last saw him, but he remembered. There have been so many that have returned in that time, so many she'd once known, that hadn't.

"We've all had to change, the passage of time necessitates it." Though he may be exempt from this rule now. He looked the same as he ever did, one could almost believe they're the same age now. She finally took the time now to orient herself to the new location, finding the cluster of familiar threads and dark spots she knew represented home to her left. "But nothing to quite the degree that the City has. It isn't safe there."

She turned from it to face him again, looking earnestly into his red eyes. He had been little more than a phantom to her for two weeks, she knows something must be wrong. "You seem confused, are you alright?