"Hey, Snow," Sam answered before he even looked up. He'd learned to recognize her voice by the second or third day, because she used it so infrequently. It made him listen more closely when she spoke.

Like now, even before he the hope in her eyes (desperation?), he could hear it. He made his voice as gentle as he knew how without talking down to her and said, "Yeah. He's gone. But I don't think he decided to leave. I think he just disappeared, same as how we got here."