Sheehan is sitting at his desk when he hears the main door open. He stands up, ready to greet whoever is there and -

And.

And.

Willa stands there, looking both so familiar and so foreign to him. Had she always looked like that? Had her hair always parted that way? Had it always fallen so close to her ears? He smiles, grateful to see her.

"Hi, Willa," he says with years of warmth and gentleness behind it, feeling stuffy and awkward in his suit. His arms reach out, almost without him realizing it.