His eyes stayed on his hand after she let go. Her grip was very warm, and her touch lingered on his cool skin. "I have this feeling...call it a hunch...that she's never coming. I remember...well, I don't remember alot of things about being dead, but I do remember that it felt the way it does now. Like she was right there, just on the other side of a pane of glass, and I could look and look and look all I liked, but never touch."