Everything she says after his name is lost to him - because he never thought he would hear his name on her lips again, never thought to see her beloved face, have her in his arms. He has no answers to her half-formed questions, because all he can do is frame her face between his hands, tears gathering in his eyes.

"Mo Claire, mo nighean donn, mo cridhe," he says, the Gaelic flowing more easily with his emotions. My angel, God in His infinite mercy has brought you back to me.