Wash starts so hard he nearly knocks over his chair as Delta snaps into view.

“Delta!” he says, his tone a little all over the place—he’s not sad to see Delta, but all of this seems totally fucking impossible. “You—we weren’t sure if you’d—well.” He collects himself a little, his heart pounding.

“You weren’t wrong. She was dead. Definitely. A doctor here just… found a way to bring her back, somehow.”