"Elizabeth, you're staring off into space."

She turned around, startled. Susan Lewis was smiling at her, looking concerned. "You okay?" Susan said lightly.

"Yes, sure," Elizabeth said. "I was just thinking."

"About what?"

"Susan, do you ever think about...Dr. Romano?"

"Well, sure, I think about him sometimes. He was hard to forget."

"I think about him too," Elizabeth said tentatively. There was a pause. "So, what do you think?"

"About Romano?" Susan said. Elizabeth nodded. "Oh, geez Elizabeth, I mean who really knew what to think with Robert Romano. I guess you knew him better than anyone around here, didn't you?"

"I suppose so."

"Wonder what he's doing right now," Susan said thoughtfully. Elizabeth stared at her. "Well, you know, sometimes I think the dead are just dead, but then other times, I wonder."

"So you think maybe they're wandering around somewhere, trying to figure out what went wrong?"

"Well, if that's the case with Romano, he's got a lot to think about," Susan said. "He did a lot of things wrong."

"Yes," Elizabeth said. After a moment, she added, "He also got some things right."

"Well, sure," Susan said dubiously. "I'm sure he did."

"He was a good man," Elizabeth said. She felt her voice trembling a little, and she tried to stay calm. "In a lot of ways he was good." She put her hands to her face, and started to cry.

"Oh, look, Elizabeth," Susan said, flustered, but with sympathy. She awkwardly wrapped her arms around Elizabeth, who continued to cry. "Of course he was. It's good that you miss him, he would have appreciated that."

"It's not enough," Elizabeth sobbed. "He's dead."

"Nothing's ever enough," Susan said awkwardly.

"But I never got to let him know how I feel," Elizabeth said, wiping a tear off her face. "Maybe I still can."

"What?" Susan said. "What do you mean, Elizabeth?"

"I --" Elizabeth paused. "I just, I wish that we could have some closure."

"That would have been nice," Susan said, checking her watch. "But who knows, maybe he did know how you felt, deep down. Listen, I have to go, I'm sorry. We'll talk later, okay?"

Elizabeth nodded.

"You take care, okay?" Susan said, firmly. She smiled at Elizabeth.

"I will," Elizabeth said. "Thank you."

Susan nodded and walked briskly down the hall, almost bumping into Kerry Weaver.

"Oops. Sorry, Kerry," Susan said, stepping back to avoid Kerry's folders and coffee cup.

"Susan," Kerry said, in greeting. "What's wrong with Elizabeth?"

Susan turned her head to see what Kerry saw - Elizabeth, sitting down on a bench near the admit bench, blowing her nose.

"Well--" Susan said.

"She looks like she's been crying."

Susan sighed. "Kerry, she's having a hard time of it lately. I don't know, maybe Romano dying triggered something in her, reminded her of Mark or something--she'll be okay. Just give her some time."

"All the same," Kerry said. "I think I'll refer her to one of the hospital's grief counselors. It might help."