"Thank you," Rosie says to both the compliment and the offered glass, sitting up a little on the couch as Charlie settles next to her. She takes a sip of the wine as she listens to him talk, her dark eyes fixed on his face and seeing the hint of uncertainty there. "Nick said the same thing to me," she admits. "I don't know what to think of it either."

From pictures she'd seen, the lodge itself was back to normal, all wood beams and huge glass windows looking out onto the snow--but even with the evidence right in front of her Rosie still half-expected those cold stone corridors and gloomy torchlight from their terrible June. "But we would all be together, this time."