The sobbing slowed, gradually dwindling to random hiccups and final tear.  Bri looked up through her long hair and stared through the strands.<br/><br/>"You...  *sniff*  ...your girl?  I...sound like her?"<br/><br/>Bri shook her hair from her eyes and really looked at the stranger.  She noticed the birthmark that she'd seen countless times during makeout sessions.  She took in the scar, then the mark on his arm in the exact spot where her Clancy would put his arm on a desk while he was hacking into various systems.  Finally, she looked into his eyes, the same eyes she had stared into thousands of times, the same eyes that had stared into her soul the first time he had told her he loved her.<br/><br/>"I...  But..."<br/><br/>She pulled the blanket more securely around her and righted herself, pulling herself to her knees.  She carefully reached out to touch his birthmark, like she used to when they were cuddling at night.  She hesitated, but finally touched a finger to each mole.<br/><br/>"Clancy?"<br/><br/>She looked up into his eyes, disbelieving, terrified, shocked, but all she was was the man she had been in love with since she was a girl.  Purely on instinct, she launched herself up, wrapping her arms around him, pinning the blanket between them, and melted into a kiss that she had been dreaming of giving him since she had found this cabin.  She let her arms slide down from behind him to gently cup his face as she softly broke the kiss to stare into his eyes.<br/><br/>"I can't believe you're alive.  I thought you'd died, or they'd done something horrible to you...  I thought-"<br/><br/>She was silenced as he interrupted her with a finger to her lips.