The voice was familiar in a way that he couldn't place. It wasn't his mother's voice, he knew that. And it wasn't his sister-in-law's. Theirs were distinct and sharp. This voice was soft, both foreign and familiar at the same time. As the figure approached, he moved to meet it head on.
Shadows cast by the bright sun stretched before them, allowing them to nearly meet before actually coming face-to-face. As the other person began to materialize, he slowly stumbled to a halt. Eyes wide, he stared at her. It wasn't a conscious recognition, but something inside him blurted out the name before he could think. "Isobel?"