[He recognizes her voice instantly, of course he does - even through the disorientation of waking up here with a sense of lost time, he knows that particular vocal cadence as well as he knows his own. Blue eyes narrow and sharpen to study her face, gauge whether it's really her or a cruel trick.]
Sharon?
[His voice is gentler this time, cautious but ringed with a wash of hope. If it really is her, does she remember him?]
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Sharon?
[His voice is gentler this time, cautious but ringed with a wash of hope. If it really is her, does she remember him?]