He stopped, dead in his tracks. Hers was a face he had not seen in many years, it seemed. Everything came back in a rush, staggering him a little. His hands began to shake, and to help with this he put them on his trousers.
After a few minutes he walked towards her, the gait a dead giveaway, as his peg hit the ground. He tried to speak, but finding that because of the fact that his waking body had not spoken in decades, he was unable to do so. It took him several tries before he managed a hoarse whisper
"Irina?....."
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