By this time she’s accustomed to not being able to feel any parts of her body, but she sees—finally!—a glimmering, colorful, identifiable figure nearby. He has the black hair, dark eyes, and pale skin that she remembered. He has a body—why doesn’t she?—although his form seems somehow unfinished on the edges, and a pale glow surrounds him. His presence radiates warmth, the same kind of warmth that she remembers being ruthlessly torn away from. Tom. That was his name.