I saw her running down the street, she was coming towards me: her arms were wide open, her hair was all over the place, covering her face; I couldn't really see her face from where I was standing, but one thing was sure: it was her...and she was running to me, out of all people. As she got closer to me, I could see her face lighten up and, I swear, she looked -- for once -- genuinely happy. I could read it on her face.