Of course, the one time Catelyn came down to the Sorting Room, she found herself confronted with the reanimated corpse of her gruesomely murdered son.

She went very still. Part of her brain was insisted what she was seeing wasn't real--she'd had waking nightmares about this sort of thing--but no, it was all too real. She'd hoped Robb would come, that he'd return to life as so many of the people here seemed to have done--not as she had, but as truly living people. This...this was so much worse than a nightmare.

"Robb?" she said, her rough-as-gravel voice as soft as it could be.