[ She walks right up to him and Joel wraps his arms around her, presses his face into her shoulder, shudders with the effort not to sob openly. She is warm and real and alive, just the way he remembers her, and it's reluctantly that he pulls back, turns his head to follow her gaze. ]

That's - that's my friend. Evelyn. [ He cups her cheeks with his hands, brushes her hair back from her face. ] She lives here, just like me. An' now you.

[ Sarah looks solemnly at Evie, then frowns. ]

Dad, she's...she's looking at me weird. Can you...can you ask her to leave?

What? [ He glances back again, frowning at the look on Evie's face and shooting her a glare, knock it off, what the hell's wrong with you, then turns back to Sarah. ] No, no, she's just...surprised to see you here, that's all.