“She's gone.”
“Yes, she's gone. I think so.”
“And not coming back.”
“No, Amy is gone, gone for good.”
Jimmie sighs, the policewoman wraps herself around Jimmie, always a good idea.
“Just the two of us.”
“Just the two of...”
“I know who you are.”
“Oh yes? Jimmie, who am I then?”
“You're Amy.”
“My parents named me Amy when I was born, that's true. I won't deny it.”
indescribable noise from Jimmie.
“Amy loved you, Jimmie, and she still does.”