Darcy picked her head up when she heard some kind of commotion heading toward her. She couldn't tell what it was at first but she could tell it was getting closer. She stood and took the few steps to Jacob, lifting him carefully. She held him to her chest and stood to the side, waiting to see if she needed to run or help.
When she finally saw him she didn't believe he was real at first. She just stared down the hall. She had to be dreaming. Or hallucinating. It wasn't.
“Bruce?” The word came before she meant to speak it.