It can't be. It can't be.

For a moment all she can do is stare, because none of her senses seem to be cooperating. She's looking, but what she's seeing can't be right. She's hearing, but it sounds like Tadashi's voice and it can't be this cannot be him.

She glances back over at Hiro, the look in her eyes almost pleading, please explain this in a way that makes sense, then looks back at him.

Tadashi.

But he feels real, when she hesitantly approaches and places a hand on his shoulder. It is him--she's close enough now she would be able to tell the difference. Her nephew, one of her boys. Alive. A hand goes up to the side of his face and she isn't certain whether she wants to caress his cheek or smack him. There's an undercurrent of anger. He's alive? He's alive, and he didn't come home? Where has he been? Here? How could he do this how is this possible--

Her head is reeling and she just isn't sure whether to be angry or happy or to scream or laugh. A hand goes to her mouth to stifle a sob and the emotional overload finally works itself out as she bursts into tears.