"I'm pretty certain," she says, frowning thoughtfully. Finally feeling a bit energized - now that she has a problem to solve, a problem that can be solved - she picks herself up and goes to his kitchen to splash water in her face. "I remember the feeling very distinctly, even if it didn't stand out at the time. He'd died... and died again... and he was still there. Death doesn't mean anything to the Rift, really, especially if it's the Rift that caused it. It can bring us back as much as it wants."

Not comforting, she knows. She fills herself a glass of tap water and takes it back over to him, sitting down on the floor and sipping it contemplatively.

"Maybe there's some way to contact him," she says. "Or maybe someone's seen him. I can text the network and ask, if you like."