He steps further out into the moonlight and her first response is one of suspicion. It can't be Danny! It simply can't. But a second passes giving her time to observe the conflicted emotions flitting across his face. Either this is a ghost she's never met before, with unparallel skill in mimicking or . . . or it really is . . . but, what about? How? Why?
"To answer the questions I'm sure you're wanting to ask, no I don't remember you. I don't remember anything from before. I really hope you're not going to use that against me?"
His voice squeaks on the last word as if he's actually scared of her. Mutely she shakes her head. How could she ever think about hurting him again?
"I don't know how I knew you were there. I just did. I just know you need help."
His words are stiff, wary and fearful. The concern and cheer she remembers in his voice is nigh absent.
Her response then, is one of equally wariness. "I'm fine. Whoever told you I wasn't is wrong."
Her voice is steely and calm. It gives away no hint of the turmoil inside.