The camera's hadn't caught him, otherwise, she would have jumped up out of the seat when the door slid open. They weren't completely silent, not in a room that was already tomb-like. She raised up on her knees to look over the back of the seat, it was made for someone, something, much bigger than she was. It had effectively hidden most of her. And anyone behind from her.
Heather didn't believe what she was seeing. And for a good moment, she didn't move. Tears rolled down her face unchecked, unnoticed, and a little pained noise broke from her throat, and she stuffed her hand against her mouth.
"Are you real?" It was nothing more than a muffled whisper. Afraid of the noise she had made coming back, her voice breaking. For him to be nothing more than a vivid dream she had while sitting in that chair.