Butcher stared at you as he lowered his gun just a bit, recognizing you as soon as you turned around. He’s had nightmares of the day you disappeared ever since he’d lost you and your mother Becca. Now he’d finally found you again, after eight damn years.

It’s you. His child that he’s been looking for, for eight years. He thought he’d lost hope after all these years. But here you are. Alive and real. “Christ…” he mutters as his eyes narrow at you in disbelief.