Redhawk Caldera a fatal failure

She wanted to leave, but couldn't. It took her a good while, an hour or five (time, right?) to be able to do much of anything. Elwood sat with her as she grieved emptily. It took some convincing to move her away, but she'd not have moved otherwise. Time and space was void; it was as though if she stayed a little longer... he'd come back to live, and they'd have another go. But it was not to be. She readied herself to leave, but looked back a thousand more times as though something might betray his death, that he might be really alive. Somehow.