Elisabeth was, at first, at a loss for words, frozen in spot as she stared at a man she once took a fancy with and had died. But she was quick to come to her senses and seized him in a gentle hug, staying there for a moment to just feel him. At last, when she found her voice, she pulled back to examine him, a tear or two mapping itself along her cheeks. "Shite, Doug...it's really you."
He was still handsome as hell. "How long have you been..." she trailed off. She meant to say alive, but it sounded rude. "...here?"