[She's by the elevator across the lobby when he calls. Mary turns around, heart in her throat, suddenly unable to breathe.]
Oh my god, Sam.
[Her doubts melt away suddenly. The doubts, the fears, the post-traumatic horrors that have her jumping at shadows- it doesn't matter, because the one person she needed to see is here and she couldn't ever do anything in this moment except to run across the room and throw her arms around him.]
action;
[She's by the elevator across the lobby when he calls. Mary turns around, heart in her throat, suddenly unable to breathe.]
Oh my god, Sam.
[Her doubts melt away suddenly. The doubts, the fears, the post-traumatic horrors that have her jumping at shadows- it doesn't matter, because the one person she needed to see is here and she couldn't ever do anything in this moment except to run across the room and throw her arms around him.]
I'm not dreaming. Thank god.