He stood at the edge of the Circle. There, through the violent, swirling blizzard winds he saw her. Over 20 years of hatred and spite boiling just under the surface, he approached slowly.
She couldn't say a word. The wound that opened when she left them had been festering for so long, and before her was the answer to it all. Years of searching over. Nearly a lifetime of longing answered.
She struggled to speak through her tears:

"...Salvador?"