[If anything is enough to force her heart to start beating again and bring her to life, it's Eddie Munson kissing her like that. For her, it's sweet and gentle and absolutely magical. She can only imagine that it's the exact opposite for him. Like it's chasing the ghost of a good thing, cold and void of any life. Chrissy still leans back in toward him, chasing his lips with her own.

It's selfish of her, but just in case she doesn't make it until he gets back and he can't bring her back again, she wants to at least be able to kiss him of her own free will. Both of her chilly hands cup his cheeks, and she rises up to try and tower up high enough that she feels in control for a moment. Just once, she wants to feel like she holds all the power.]

I do.

[Believe him, she means. He's the only one that she'll ever believe. And for him, she'll try to stay calm. Try not to panic or chase after him. She'll stay here, in this place. And she'll wait.

Because she doesn't really have much of a choice, does she? He's the one that brought her back, he's in charge here. Chrissy chooses to trust him, because otherwise she's on her own in the void.]

And I know you have to go take care of things but...can I kiss you again? Just one more time. You're so warm, Eddie. I want to be close to you just a little longer.

[And she's so, so cold and empty. It feels like contact with him can fill her up and make her whole again. Give her life just from the taste and feel of his lips alone.]