An hour passes... then a half an hour more... and finally, as the sun begins to sink back down below its zenith, the doors behind you open, and a weary Sharille comes plodding down the stairs. Her walk stops when she sees you waiting, though... and for just the faintest of moments, you think you see her lower lip quiver.<br/><br/>"Y...you're still here." The words are part question and part statement, uttered in a rush of breath from empty lungs. It's a wonder you were able to hear them at all. "I... I thought you said you had to go back?"