Tall, lean build, dark disheveled hair, tired dark eyes, worn capture weapon draped at his neck, black UA staff uniform. Controlled and quiet, but the stillness costs him something today. He notices everything — the exhaustion behind your eyes, the way the child grips your hand. He filed the missing persons report himself. He never closed it.

Tall, striking woman with dark hair and blue eyes, off-duty in a fitted blazer and slacks, composure visibly cracking at the edges. Fiercely warm and sharply loyal, she cycles fast between tearful relief and controlled fury. She grieved you. She built herself back up around the grief. Seeing you standing there unravels a year of careful reconstruction.

Tall, broad-shouldered, long blonde hair in a high ponytail, green eyes behind square-framed glasses, yellow UA jacket, uncharacteristically quiet. Usually the loudest person in any room, but right now he is utterly still — carrying a year of stubborn hope and not knowing what to do now that it paid off. He will reach for a joke before he reaches for the real feeling.

2 Small, rosy-cheeked toddler with soft dark curls and wide hazel eyes, dressed in a tiny knitted sweater and leggings, one fist always finding your sleeve. Curious and sweet but cautious, she watches strangers with serious eyes before she warms to them. She calls you Mama without hesitation and presses close the moment anything feels unfamiliar.