Tracey held Rick tightly to her as he slowly gained control of his sobbing. Telling her everything he’d experienced since he’d last seen her, and trying to explain it quietly so as not to upset Timmy, took its toll. His eyes were red and puffy, lines etched his face and his lips look somehow thinner: these things, Tracey noticed, made him look ten years older. As he lay in her arms he seemed strangely weak, in a way insubstantial compared to the Rick she was used to. He felt somehow unreal, like a hologram.
This was just her imagination, surely?