She watched him fidget with the communicator, heard the call for someone named Tom and the subsequent silence as a reply. She almost reached out to pat him consolingly on the shoulder, but she caught herself in time. "He might not be here yet. I see people come and go here all the time. Sometimes people come here alone and sometimes they come with a friend. Or that friend could join them later."

To her, it was kind of a crap shoot. Sure, you'd have someone you knew here with you, but that meant they were stuck here too. Not exactly a warm fuzzy thought to tide you over at night.