She is startled by the voice--she hadn’t expected anybody to be out here, so far away from everything. But at least it’s a woman’s voice, so that’s less reason to worry and--

She recognizes that voice.

Hauling her half-washed, waterlogged dress with her, she stands and turns, looking up the hill a ways.

Can it be...?

She doesn’t dream, but for a moment she wonders whether she could be right now.