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?"

(Scheherazade)

She let out a long sigh. “I know what you mean. It does seem odd, but I think it has to do with the fact that we were both exhausted. I work so hard and you are always on assignment. The room was I think stuck my lightening, I think that is what Alex said.”

She shrugged. “I at least feel very well rested.” She said with a smile. “How about you go take a nice long hot bath. Get dress. Eat. Check in at work because I know you have too. And we will get together for lunch when I come back from my tour. Sound like a plan?

(Alexandria and Marc)

“Of course,” Marcellus said. Moving to set the table. “He does not sound too happy with us. What did we do?” Alex asked.

(Greyson)

Greyson blinked at the voice he heard in his heard. Or at least he thought he heard them his head, no way he really heard that. Stepping away from the door, he quickly made his way back to the kitchen.?