"I'm Emma," she replied, a hint of sorrow in her voice. The way that he'd looked at her half an hour ago was long gone; he looked at her as if he'd never met her before in his life.

I suppose, she mused sadly, He hasn't.

She let out a sigh. "There's no time to explain the rest now, but I will later. I promise. Just -"

She thought about what she wanted to do - kiss him; brush her fingers across his cheek; hug him until the look that made her feel like she was dying inside was gone from his face - but knew she couldn't. The best she could manage was a pleading shift of her eyebrows.

"- stay alive so I can, okay?"