Standing in front of her is a ghost or a hallucination. There is no other explanation for the sight in front of her. Her partner, alive, whole. She gives a sharp shake of her head trying to clear him from her vision, to send him back behind the door she struggles so hard to keep shut tight. It doesn't work and irritation courses through her at how completely she is losing it.
Until he speaks.
Tyche would recognize that voice anywhere. The cadence of the speech and the way the spoken vowels drawl out into the air. Shock chills her down to her core. And then suddenly she is moving, pushing past the people in front of her, frenzied in her efforts to get to him. "Ryan!" His name parts from her lips in a strangled cry of desperate relief.
Only when her hands are cupping his face does she truly believe. He's alive. He's alive. He's alive. Eyes of violet search shades of brown, "How? How are you here?" Her lips press fervently to his as tears leave streaks down her cheeks, "You came back to me."