Part of her wants to reach for him, wrap her arms around him and hold him tight and assure herself that he is real. He is alive.

They'd sent an agent to her door, telling her of his disappearance, and she supposes that she should be grateful for that much at least. She could have been left hanging after all. Not that it had been much better to know that he was probably out there somewhere.

She doesn't even know what to say to him now. She let herself love him and apparently that wasn't enough. Fine. But if that was the case she really didn't want to have anything to do with him because it would just hurt too damn much.

"I'll just go."

She picks up her purse and slings it over her shoulder. She'll find whatever information is here, but that doesn't mean she has to spend any time in the same room as the man who broke her already pretty banged-up heart.