"Harry's in the imaging chamber."

Sam drew himself up to keep from walking through his friend. "What?"

Al jabbed a thumb back over his shoulder. "He's in there with her as a hologram and he's pretty much trying to claw his eyes out."

"Why?"

"She's got a gun to her throat."

"Oh my god..." This time, Sam did walk through Al to get to the door. "Diane! Diane, let me in! Please don't make me break this door!"

There was a little click as the lock fell free, but the door stayed shut. It was enough for Sam.

He swung Diane's door open so hard he left a crack in the drywall behind it.

"Diane..."

"Harry..." She was crying, lost, terrified. "Harry, help me."

From across the room, Harry lifted his head and howled at her. "I'm right here! Please answer me!"

The woman, of course, ignored what she couldn't know. "It's all gone, Harry. Everything I thought I knew... when I realized I could... and now I can't ever be with you."

"You're always with me, Diane! Every damn second I could... I could..." The frayed detective began to pull at his hair and slam his wide eyes around the room, searching frantically for the words to show her. "I could hear you in my head telling me how you would do things... I see you, I smell you..."

As he spoke, Diane's sobs became loud and incoherent, ranging up to a maddened wail. Harry screamed right along as he came up beside her.

"Listen to me!" If she could have heard him, he would have deafened her.

Sam couldn't help it. He had both hands pressed to his ears. He'd never heard two people who wanted to agree more be farther apart. Diane wanted to die because she'd thought she'd lost him, but she just couldn't hear him. He'd wanted to die because he thought she didn't love him, but he just hadn't asked.

True love.

Sam grabbed Diane's shoulders, shaking her roughly.