xxx. Death
She sits in a stiff-backed plastic chair, eyes sore from crying, voice raw from screaming, but her mind's still too dazed to accept anything she hears. He can't be gone. He just can't. But he's still lying in there, after failed attempts to fix him, and Tin Men can't survive.
He was supposed to change the world. They were going to do it. Together. And now they can't. She can't.
There were too many names, faces, too many people offering condolences and sympathy. She doesn't want any of that. She just wants him back.
At midnight, she finally breaks down.