It's late in the evening when there's a soft sound at his doorway. Slippered footsteps on carpet.

Regan is there, still pale and drawn, wrapped in a long soft robe.

She's been in River's room, and Simon's. They're still maintained. Just as they were. She's not certain exactly how long it's been.

Her face is slightly damp. Freshly washed. So it's hard to tell if she's been crying.

She has been, of course. But she's composed now.