His spirit felt so much like Alan's through the door. Alan coming closer and Alan pulling the door open, and then, suddenly, not Alan at all, and she hadn't realised her heart had lifted at all till it dropped.
She pushed her way into the warmth of their apartment, shedding frozen flakes and dripping melted ones onto the floor. "I need to see Alan," she said, yanking her hood down, eyes blazing, angry at him for not being who she wanted. Needed. Angry at herself for wanting him, needing him.