"Jane!" What started as incredulity and faint hope has shifted into pure joy and affection- he would be running to her were she not already on the way. Even as she comes close he is still, he is wary- hands light as they rest upon her shoulders. Fearful that if he did touch her she would dissolve into so much mist.

A moment more and then his body goes lax, a great breath lost into her hair as he pulls her close. She is warm, she is solid, she smells of grass and morning's dew and she is real. Jane is here. He holds her as tight as he feels is safe. "I have not stopped searching. Not even for a day."