The next day

Neither you or Molly slept well at all that night.

You awoke in her arms, cuddled into her figure. I must have rolled over in my sleep...sorry Molly.

You slowly extracted your limbs from between hers and soon you were free to leave the room. "Thank God..." You whispered.

You prepared breakfast and thought about what the day might bring. You needed to try to improve Molly's mental state so last night's occurrence didn't repeat itself, but you didn't know enough to directly help her. You hoped sleep would go a long way towards making her feel better, at least temporarily.

You also thought about what you were going to do with the machine...maybe you could wish for a manual on Molly's personality or something?

Soon breakfast was ready and all you had to do was wait for Molly's arrival. You sighed in relief and sat down, just relaxing in the rays of the early morning sun. At least that still calmed you down.

"Morning, Max." You heard a whisper in your ear and nearly managed to topple the table (and thus breakfast) over as you jumped up in surprise.

"Jesus Christ Molly please don't do that!"

She grinned slightly, rubbing one of her eyes. "Thanks for holding me last night."

"I didn't mean to do that, it-"

"-shh." she said, pressing a finger to your lips. "Breakfast first, then excuses."

"But no I rea-"

"-sh."

You both transfered food from the pile on the table to your plates and before long you were both stuffed for the day ahead.

"That was really good, thanks."

You smiled. "Glad you liked it. Are you...alright? You seem less..I don't know, Molly-ish. I know last night..."

She nodded. "I'm alright. Can't say for how long, but yeah I'm ok. Just don't leave me, ok?"

"Ok."