That voice. The voice she'd know anywhere - the voice that was sweet, and a little bit wavering, and the voice that was calling for her. The voice that she'd been worried she'd never hear again for more than a month.

Nanoha started frantically pushing her way through the crowd, looking around, trying to find her, trying to find that head of blonde hair and those mismatched eyes, hoping against hope that it wasn't a dream and that she wasn't imagining this, that it was her, and her breath was caught in her throat.