*The younger Andrew is there for her, on the other side of the door.

For how much longer, the younger Meg - though not all that much younger; a year, half a year older is all she'll ever get - doesn't know, and doesn't want to.

Maybe it's okay. Maybe it's not. Either way, she can pretend it is if she leaves, now, turns, disappears into the crowd -

And doesn't look (forward) back.*