He stared at her face, trying to find the words, but no sound came out. All he could do was gaze at the woman who was wearing his late wife’s face. “Can I help you?” the woman finally said after an awkwardly long silence.
Kim sensed Jack’s hesitation and stepped in, “Yes, you can help. We apologize for the intrusion, but I’m afraid you bear an uncanny resemblance to someone important to our pilot here. It’s quite uncanny.” Jack felt himself shrinking, knowing that he was that pilot, and the stranger probably already noticed.