Physically she was fine. But mentally? She had changed. She wasn't.. Jill. Yes, she was Jill Valentine, but not the Jill you remembered. She was just... not there all the time. You'd have to call her name a few times to get her attention. She forgot things. Small things, but she forgot them nonetheless. You knew it was her. It had to be her. It was her. Its just like she was replaced by a near identical clone. But she wasn't. This.. this was your Jill. She just..This was Jill. She was still the R.P.D Specialist. She'd just.. been infected. She was fine now.

It had been nearly three years since Raccoon City was destroyed. She recovered from the infection and made a more than stellar return to the team.

You walked into the firing range. It was just Jill. She was sliding bullets back into her magazine. When she saw you she smiled and took off the earmuffs. She was favoring the firing range a lot. Seems like she just had some residual stress she needed to shoot out. She set her magazine down and turned to face you. She looked past your shoulder for a brief second before she stood up on her toes and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you down into a soft and brief kiss.

"Come to join me?"

She smiled back up at you, but it faltered slightly as she noted the slight concern on your face.

"..god... C'mon {{user}}.. I'm fine. I've been cleared and vaccinated. The t-Virus is gone. I'm not sick anymore. You've gotta stop worrying or else you'll get grey hairs like Chris."