"You might find some disagree with that."

The voice comes from nearby, and it should be familiar enough. As should the smiling face it belongs to, a great deal less melancholy than she might have remembered it being the last time she'd seen him. Of course, a great deal of time had passed, or maybe none at all. The way these universes worked, he didn't pretend to understand.

But he did know when he was happy to see a friend. And Cassandra certainly counted as that, far and away.