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Now, see, when you die there are certain things you expect {pain, darkness, the light at the end of the tunnel etc. pp.} and certain others you, well, don't expect at all {giant mecha bunnies, buritos, a surprise Math test} - you think about these things at night when you're still alive {of course} and feel very certain about your understanding of them.
Thing is, life and death don't do clear-cut, don't care about being sensible. Logic is usually an extravagant luxury full of glittery scales that flake off all-too easily. Silly to believe in, really.
And that, ten tangents later, might be an explanation as to why you have another supposed-to-be dead lady walking around in the city.
Nora remembers the moments that were supposed to be her last, remembers, too, that she had been at peace. Finding herself alive is rather a shock after that-
even if nobody can tell with how straight she is carrying herself, full of purpose and energy. It's not fear that hurries her steps, not for herself that is. The frenzy that has her tackle the city like this is all for her son.
And the Heavens help you if you decide to stand between this mother and her quest to find Hope. Remember: moms are tough; we have all heard that sentence by now.