"Hi." She's smiling a little, looking still very much bemused that all of this is really happening. His hand feels warm. And nice. And all the things she remembers.

It's not a let-down. It's not one of those things you build up in your head, only to be disappointed when it's not as good as you hoped. For Gwen, just as it was the first time, being able to touch is exactly as she imagined it to be.

"And you're not toast. Guess it's my lucky day, huh?"