Norris had slept in the hospital for three months.
The day she woke up was the time of the last snowfall in London that year.
After the snow, it would be spring.
When she woke up from the lengthy darkness and dreams, she saw Amelia standing by the window, looking at the snowy scene.
Her back was still as familiar as in her memory as if their five-year-long separation never happened.
"Amelia." Her voice was weak and a bit hoarse, "…I seem to have had a nightmare."
Amelia turned around and saw Norris had already sat up at some point. Her cut hair hung thin on her shoulders, and her whole body appeared thin and weak in the patient's gown.
Amelia stood there, burst into tears, covered her mouth, and then came over and hugged her tightly.
"Yes, it was just a nightmare. It's fine when you wake up." She sobbed, "It's alright, Norris, from now on, we'll live as we did before. The three of us will never be separated again."
