Arthur's jaw dropped as he stared at the man before him. Somehow in his mind's eye when he had spoken to Bill, he had always still seen that sixteen-year-old boy. He never envisioned such a man. Such a strong and handsome man, the man his oldest son had grown into. It was this fact alone-- that Arthur had never imagined Bill this way before-- that made Arthur realize that he was not seeing a figment of his own imagination. He gasped and threw his arms around Bill, stifling a sob. "You're-- Ginny said you were dead." Arthur laughed almost maniacally.