Sam turned a corner, and saw her. She looked...she looked like Jo, right down to the length of her hair. Sam blinked. She was covered in blood. "Are you...all right?" he asked. It wasn't Jo, he knew it wasn't, couldn't be. Jo was dead, she'd been dead for a couple of years.
Why was he seeing Jo in a random stranger? She was blonde, and about the right height, and if he hadn't seen Jo die he'd be certain it was her. "Jo?" He heard his voice questioning.