Bran has no idea what to do with the wheeled chair. He supposed it was to help him move but usually Hodor was there. He'd been with the stable boy for so long he couldn't remember a time when he didn't have Hodor. Or Summer for that matter.

Then he heard a voice and turned his head. "...Sansa?" She looked so different. The last time he'd seen her was before he'd fallen. By the time he'd woken up, she, Arya and their father had already left for King's Landing. He didn't know what to say to her. It had been too long.