She hugs him back with equal tightness. It hurts. It hurts so much to see him again. To know that she failed him. She hadn't been that far away. Certainly, she had been close enough to see him die. But not close enough, it seemed, to get to him in time. To be the friend she ought to have been.

What good is she? She had let him down. She always let her friends down.

"I should've noticed," she whispers. "I wasn't that far away. I should've noticed."