The last time she had seen him, he'd looked peaceful. Laid in bed, so still and quiet. She'd sworn she could see the ghost of a smile at his lips, and she'd held his hand and it had felt so cold and heavy in hers. She'd prayed and not wanted to leave him.

She'd never seen a dead body before. Of course she'd known that people had died; so many people had died in the time since she'd first arrived in the Northern Territories. She'd been spared from getting too close. People had kept her away. But Heartman was— he was gone. And yet he's here, lying in front of her—

And he jolts back into the world of the living and Kate startles back. She stares with wide eyes, frozen on the spot. She doesn't even pay attention to the shock of darkness to light. Moving, breathing, living—

He holds a hand out to her. Kate stares. Her eyes flutter, emotion shifting in her expression — grief and joy all mixed into one.

"You said you'd gone to the Beach." she breaths the words. "You told me not to worry."

Kate doesn't take her hand. Instead she steps forward, reaching for him. It's awkward, with the AED. She doesn't care. She moves to hug him, holding onto him as tightly as she can.

(Sam startles, stepping back a little — awkward and unsure.)

"I.. I didn't think I'd see you again."