I'd heard about those sorts of things and while I knew that I had as much a chance of that happening to me as the next person, I didn't let myself dwell on that. I'd rather have been surprised if he did turn up, the real Tommy – not just some picture of – than hold out a hope that he'd come back to me when I'd already accepted his death. Before he even died, really. "That must have been difficult," I said, although it didn't feel adequate.