Elizabeth’s POV
"Wake up, Elizabeth," a familiar voice calls me back from the depths of sleep.
I open my eyes to see Helen standing over me. I'm hesitant to blink, scared this might just be a dream. Cautiously, I reach out to touch her cheek to see if she's real. She catches my hand swiftly. "Don’t touch my face. You’ll mess up my foundation."
I can't help but softly laugh. Typical Helen, always quick to ruin a tender moment.
If this is a dream, it’s incredibly vivid. I don’t want to waste another minute questioning her presence. Instead, I throw my arms around her, holding my old friend tight. "I miss you so much, Doctor."
"I miss you too, Elizabeth," Helen replies briskly. Allowing the hug is as warm as Helen gets. We stay like that for a moment before she comments, "Can you let go
