[He focuses on pieces, building the whole picture slowly. Alana, alone and in the dark. Alana, struggling to survive. He wants to know how, but strangely, at the same time - he doesn't. It's not a jealous, possessive thought - he is not angry he was not the one to do it. There is some truth in his apologies, now and then: he is sorry she died.]
I ran into Will while we were down there. He seemed well enough, at the time. Have you spoken with Abigail since returning?
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I ran into Will while we were down there. He seemed well enough, at the time. Have you spoken with Abigail since returning?