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Sophie slowly walked through the carnage of the building. There were men that she had no idea if they were dead or alive scattered through every room that she walked through. But that was what she had expected, letting Eliot and Parker loose in there with the rage that they were both feeling.
If only she could feel that rage that they felt. She only felt numb. It was all she could let herself feel with the possibilities that waited for her deep inside. She almost didn't want to know.
Didn't want either option to be real.
Didn't want to know that she had grieved a man who did not die.
Didn't want to know that he had really died and her family had to be hurt all over again.
She stopped when she heard quiet voices. Eliot's and Parker's. Just faint enough that she didn't have to hear the words but she could hear their tones. She couldn't get anything from that though. The strained and upset tones coming from them could mean anything. Anything at all with the situation they were in.
Sophie took a deep breath and walked further in to where the pair stood. They stopped talking before she heard any of their conversation. She couldn't bare to look at their faces and so went to the only other door in the room, a cell door. One that was hanging open, obviously having been opened by Parker.
One step at a time she walked to the door, having to step over the last of the people that Eliot and Parker had dealt with. As she reached the door she took a deep breath.
Then pushed it open further.
And saw him.
Nate.
Sitting on the floor with his back to the wall, watching the door. Where she stood. Frozen.
She watched as his gaze slid from the door to her feet and up to her head.
Then their eyes met.
"Sophie," he said. "Is that really you?"
It was Nate's voice. Raspy and worn from some combination of screaming and disuse. But it was still his. The voice she still heard in her dreams.
And nightmares.
Only this time it was real.
She broke.
Walked across the cell as fast as she dared.
"Yes, it's me Nate. It's really me. I'm here. We found you. This is real."
She was kneeling on the floor in front of him, not wanting to risk touching him, not until she was sure he could handle it.
Sophie got a better look at Nate from where she was. He was much thinner than the last time she had seen him. When she thought she had been saying her last goodbye's at his funeral.
There was a haunted look in his eyes. That she only got a moment to see before his arms were tightly wrapped around her. Enough to hurt.
"You came for me," he cried.
"As soon as I knew."
She held him tight as he cried. Her own tears forgotten as she comforted her husband, back from the grave.