Vincent stopped for a moment, and sighed, but didn't look back at her.

"Nothing." he told her.

"The usual." he said.

"Wondering if Vicki is dead or not." he said further, bluntly.

"Wondering if I should tell her mother about this." he went on.

"You know, just what I've been worrying since you got here." he then sighed, before pausing.

"Wait..." he then mumbled.

"Heard your name?" he asked.

"But I said 'Vicki'..." he said further, starting to slowly turn around to look at her.

Vincent was silent for a moment.

"...does that mean...?" he muttered, before looking right into his daughter's eyes.

After a second of this, he leaned in, and wrapped his arms around her.

"Vicki." he said.

"Thank heavens you're alive, and safe." he told her.

"I've been worrying myself sick over your wellbeing, since Vic decided to make that switch with you." he said further, almost afraid to let her go.

"I'm so glad to... well... see YOU again."

Vincent seemed reluctant to break the embrace, but he allowed her to step back.

"....we do." he replied.

"We should, anyway..." he then said, thinking for a moment.

"Mmmm. Yeah. Yeah, we do." he confirmed.

"You thinking of making some?" he asked her.

Vincent watched her go back to her room, and sighed happily.

"This is a relief." he said.

"...is Vic all right, though?" he then asked himself. "Is she... does she even exist any longer...?" he then wondered aloud, before something came to his mind.

"Ah! Right." he said, before heading off.

A few minutes later, when Vicki went back downstairs and to the kitchen, she noticed a sealed envelope on the kitchen counter with her name on it.

And it was in 'her' handwriting.