"That thing in the park?" she asks when he mentions the Postbox. "I always thought it was...I don't know, some strange sculpture or something." She nods, another faint smile flickering on her face when the sweaters come up. "I took a few of Nick's, just before we all left the apartment for the last time." Her voice frays on the final two words, and she takes another sip of tea, hoping to steady it again. "Just to keep, but maybe...it could be worth wearing them sometimes. Even if it's only around the house."

Rosie's quiet again for a moment or two, sitting there at the table with her hands curled around her mug. Just being here, in a house full of love and care and with some of the people she's grown to trust most in her time in Darrow, is helping; reminding her of everything she still has. It also sharpens the image of what she's already lost, but so has everything else.

"He made me feel like I was something special," she says. "I knew I wasn't extraordinary, or magical, not compared to him or Sabrina, that was different. But he'd look at me sometimes, and it was as though he was seeing something just as good."