[ Her dead friend is here. Madoka doesn't know how to react for a few minutes, and stares into the mirror with disbelief written clearly on her face.

Sayaka should not be alive, but that is distinctly her face: that is distinctly her voice. It feels unreal, and Madoka doesn't realize she's crying until she tries to speak. Her voice is soft, and choked. ]

Sayaka...? Is that really you... you're okay?