When she opens the front door, Sarah sways on her feet, hangs onto the door frame as she finds herself staring at a ghost. Her rational mind kicks in almost straight away, because this would be far from the first time that she's encountered an alien that can duplicate someone's appearance; it's not even the first time that she's met one that has duplicated Harry.
Either way, she thinks her question of, "Is it really you?" is quite reasonable under the circumstances.
Harry's smile, like the man himself, is older than she remembers it, but no less warm for that. "It's me, old thing," he says and that's all she needs to hear, that silly nickname she hated so much, the one he kept on using because he liked to see her dander up when he did so.
She pulls him into a hug and while he's clearly surprised, he doesn't waste any time in returning it; after all, they both know they've lost more than enough.
Fill (double fill) Harry Sullivan/Sarah Jane Smith
Either way, she thinks her question of, "Is it really you?" is quite reasonable under the circumstances.
Harry's smile, like the man himself, is older than she remembers it, but no less warm for that. "It's me, old thing," he says and that's all she needs to hear, that silly nickname she hated so much, the one he kept on using because he liked to see her dander up when he did so.
She pulls him into a hug and while he's clearly surprised, he doesn't waste any time in returning it; after all, they both know they've lost more than enough.