(2nd attempt - first one apparently didn't go through for some reason)

(Sam)

“You mean he doesn’t make sense to you?” She asked with a playful smile. “Now you know how the rest of feel when you go all very British on us...oh I’m sorry” she said the smile growing wider. “ all Wales. You’re from Wales.”

Sam wrapped her arm around his as he held her.

“Umm.” she moaned at his lips on the shell of her ear. He knew her so well and if he kept that up, the things it would lead to...“Why yes you should.” She tease Heat in her voice from his lips. “He is quiet charming and dashing and if you are not careful, he will steal me away.” She said turning to him. Sam rose up on tip toes to kiss his lips. “Are you really feeling okay?”

(Branson)

Branson kissed her back gently when she pushed herself up, then stroked her hair as she let herself down to the floor again.? His expression grew uncertain at her question.? "Yes... and no," he said finally.? "I mean, I feel okay enough physically, but it's like there's still something not quite right, something I can't put a finger on." His voice grew pensive. "It's like, I don't feel like I've fully woken up from whatever it was that happened to us.? Which _still_ seems damned odd in its own right.? We were out for, what, almost two days? Both of us at the same time.? And that doctor didn't find anything wrong?"? He cocked his head slightly to the side as he looked searchingly into Sam's eyes. "Do _you_ feel the same as you did before?"

(Friends)

?Alex and Marc sat in the kitchen watching Miss Margaret make breakfast. “Thank you for doing this.” Marc said you really didn’t have too.”

“The mistress requires sustenance, yes I had to.” Miss Margaret said.

Meanwhile Greyson moved about the castle. Exploring. He had just found the door to the upper turrets. But it was locked. That gave him pause.

(Margaret, Jaimie)

"Jaimie, lad," Margaret called out as her breakfast preparations were getting close to done.? "Would ye mind setting the table fer our guests?"?

There was no response at first.? Then a voice began muttering grumpily as plates began appearing on the table, seemingly placed there loudly by invisible hands.? "Bunch o' heich 'n' mighty spongers fae some god-forsaken piece o' sod if ye ask me... Whilk nobody does... Na respect, thay hae... Na respect fur whit's richt 'n' proper...."

Margaret turned at the sound, her eyes widening when she saw what was happening in the dining room. The housekeeper moved quickly to put herself between Alex and Marc and the doorway into the other room.? "Jaimie!" she hissed urgently.? "What's got into ye, lad?? Show yerself! Show yerself or be off with ye!" ?

There was a pause, and then the sound of a remaining stack of plates being set roughly on the table.? And then silence.

The housekeeper turned apologetically to Alex and Marc.? "Ah'm sorry, good sirs, but Jaimie seems to be in a bit of a mood this morning.? Could ah prevail on one of ye gents to finish setting the table while I finish the breakfast?"

(A Cold Presence)

"What do we have here?" the tower stones seemed to whisper around Greyson, the sound so soft he couldn't be sure it was anything but a momentary draft, a bit of chill somehow seeping in through some unseen crack in the masonry. "An intrepid soul, perhaps? Or merely a curious cat? Let us see."? Suddenly there was an audible clink, clink-clank coming from the door's ancient lock, following by a brief squeal of hinges as the door shifted inward a half-an-inch.? "Hello, fly," the voice whispered with that same seductive barely-heard susurration.? "Care to come up to my parlor?"