"Yeah, I know," she says, stepping back a little. It's the same thing everyone else had thought, too, but only Chris had been there and she knows it has to be different. It sucks for anyone to have thought she was dead, but she's pretty sure it's worse for Chris.

"You wanna come inside? I'm making tea." She has to thank him for everything, but she doesn't know how to say something like that. It seems like a weird thing to have to thank someone for, but she can't not. It's too big. The things he did for her that day are way too big to ignore.