When he releases her, it's only to look at her again, studying her, hands on her shoulders. As if he expects to find her changed, to discover he's accidentally hugging some strange teenager who's going to run off and scream for a police officer.

Which would be kind of funny, since he is one.

But no, it's still Eleven standing there and he brushes her hair back from her face just to stare at her a little better. Three years. He's been here for three years without his kid. There's another girl now, one who's become just as important, but Eleven has always been one of his girls.

"Are you alright?" he asks. "You're okay?"