Ginny didn't know what to do. Her eyes darted about his weathered and worn face, taking in every detail. It was too real to be a hallucination. Her imagination was not so vivid usually. She wouldn't have remembered well enough to give him Dad's dimples or such blue eyes. She swallowed hard again before a tear slipped down her cheek.
"Billy, I can't...It's really you? We thought...I can't believe you're here. What are you doing here?" She had a million questions buzzing through her mind and her mouth couldn't move fast enough to get them all out.