"Rafe," I whispered. I turned. He was walking out of the forest and he was grinning and...and there was no "and" because that was all I could think. My eyes shut. I didn't want them to. I didn't care if it was an illusion, I wanted to see him one more time before the vision disappeared and I was left with that last horrible memory of him falling from the helicopter. "I know I'm looking a little rough," he said. "But I didn't think it was that bad."