Branson felt strange after he stepped out of the shower.? It was hard to believe that apparently he and Sam had been unconscious for two days, but that's what everyone said.? It was a struggle to remember what exactly had happened, but his gut told him that it was not an experience he wanted to repeat.? The very thought sent chills up his back and had him looking anxiously over his shoulder. ?

He began pulling on fresh clothes, wanting to go check on Sam.? But at the same time, he was feeling an urge to go clean and polish everyone's boots?? Who did he even know that wore the kind of boots that needed polishing?

(Callum, Jaimie)

"Dae ye think she'll be a'richt, Laird Callum?" Jaimie asked anxiously. The two ghosts were hanging back in the shadows outside the door to Scheherazade's room. ? " 'Twas worrisome 'n' passing streenge, her bein' asleep lik' that fur twa days."?

"Ah hope so, Jaimie," Callum said, his face a study of concern.? "It were Kirstene's doin', ah'm sure.? But the doctor said there was no harm done.? Still..." he looked again into the room where the American woman was trying to rouse herself from the bed "...ah'd very much like to know what might have gone on in her head these past two days.? Ah mean, she didn' wake up screamin' or the like, but _somethin'_ must've been goin' on.? Ah can feel it in the air."

?- Sam, Friends -

Once Scheherazade was left alone, she sat up. With a deep sigh, she blinked at her surrounds. Two says? ?Was that even possible? Apparently it was because it happened...both she and Branson were unconscious for two says.?

As she wracked her mind trying to remember what knocked her out, all she could remember was bits and pieces of the strange dream she had. She could remember anyone’s faces...just the love. There was a lot of love.?

Standing from the bed, Sam moved out onto the the balcony. Breathing in the early afternoon air. It was warm...warmer than when she arrived. And she could see the gardens from here...the gardens. The gardens she did remember. They were beautiful once.

“I will make the beautiful again.” She said aloud.

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