Esme blinked quickly, processing his moving figure. He didn't look real. But then that was the same thing she thought each time he visited her. His olive green jumper fitted to his body, highlighting every muscle from the tops of his arm down to his hands. It was tucked into his black kaki's. And she wondered the last time she saw him dress so casually. She stumbled forward, trying to process the image of him in the sun.