Angela felt the sudden change in all outside outside stimuli. She was no longer cold, and the room no longer smelled of dust and decay. And she was laying on something soft instead of the hard concrete floor that she had been earlier. The sudden shift was enough to prompt her to open her eyes, wincing briefly as they came upon the visages of her two sons until she looked at them longer, realizing the all of the small subtleties that the image that was burned on her brain had missed were present. Moving slowly, Angela's hand snaked out, wrapping around Peter's neck as she pressed her forehead to his shoulder and started to sob.
As she did, her other hand groped in the other direction. She needed to know that both of them were there. She needed both of them right now, more than she ever had before. As soon as she found Nathan's hand, Angela wrapped her fingers around it and held on for dear life.