A pleasant night's sleep.

Sam should have been alarmed, but she wasn't. She was still enveloped in the pink fuzzy happiness of Jake's half-awake love. As he drifted back into a deeper sleep, she felt that love drain from her mind like a balloon deflating.

In its place was that weird void she had experienced before. As the apathy took hold, she let go of Jake and shifted onto her back. She stared at the ceiling for several minutes, then closed her eyes.

She groggily opened her eyes and looked around. Oh shit, she was in Jake's bed! They both jumped out of bed at the same time. She was fully clothed though, and so was he.

"Sam! Did we-"

"No! And don't scare me like that! Next time you wake me up with a panic attack I'm gonna shit the bed!"

This got a laugh out of him, which got a laugh out of her. "So I guess it's safe to say it didn't wear off overnight."

"Nope. And do you always have those crazy dreams?"

She felt an embarrassment come over her as he timidly asked, "What kind of dreams?"

"Geez, not those kind of dreams. Just... weird ones." She decided to keep her late night revelation to herself for now.

Jake laughed. "Well who doesn't have weird dreams?"

"Fair point, but I'm the one who had to live through them. It felt like I was losing my mind! I don't deserve this."

Jake heard his guilt in her final note of self-pity. "Listen, why don't we have some breakfast and get started on the day. I thought of some more experiments. We'll get to the bottom of this, Sam."

She smiled back. "Of course we will, man." She turned and went to the pantry to look for pancake mix.

"Whoa, hey, I can make breakfast."

She turned to him. "Yeah, I assume you want to, because I want to. So sit your ass down while I make you some pancakes."

As she got out the measuring cup she paused. "Ok, now you want me to. Honestly it's all the same from where I'm sitting."

Jake put his head on the counter. It was too early for this shit.