Dedicated to T.U.F.F.-Agent Cruz for encouraging this sequel.
He watched her as she shuffled along the sidewalk one morning. She was herself again, mostly. She held herself the way she used to, but something about the way she moves seems...sad. She paused to sit down at a bus stop. He moved closer. No one had seen him in years, so no one took notice. He came up behind her, bent down and whispered close to her ear.
"Did you miss me, Amy dearest?"