"Oh Jesus, Gwenny, can you ever speak at a normal tone?"
It wasn't Gwen. It wasn't, and he tried to tell himself that every damn moment he thought about her. As ornery as Melody was, she knew death. Spence might trust Gwen more than Melody, but in this? He wasn't so sure about this. So he told himself over and over this wasn't Gwen. Even as he opened the door -- behind her, not actually the door she was knocking on, of course -- he told himself it wasn't her.
And then he saw her, really saw her, and he couldn't believe that it wasn't her. He wanted to believe it was her, because she was his friend, and he wanted so much for her to be alive, just to see her again.
"Oh, God, Gwen. What's--god." He tripped over his words, settling on coming up and hugging her. This wasn't her. It wasn't her, it wasn't. He just wanted to figure out what it was, though, because if it really wasn't her, this was going to hurt.