Reiner is stepping out of a shop when he hears that voice. It doesn't come from right beside him; if anything, it sounds as though the speaker is facing away, addressing someone else. But Reiner would recognize it anywhere. How could he not?

He turns on instinct, a small sack of groceries hanging from one hand, golden eyes finding—

"Connie?"

Reiner doesn't mean to say the name aloud. It's surprised out of him, questioning what he thinks he sees.