Leah opened her eyes. "I wasn't asleep," she said but her hoarse, sleep-filled voice betrayed her. She licked her lips. "I was dreaming of--" How to describe the odd figures dancing through her mind. British? Medieval? And yet, not-- "Spamalot, probably." "God. Yes. Thank you." Leah rolled her head to the side. Sophia had turned off the ignition and unbuckled her seat belt. She reached over to Leah to unbuckle hers. "Why was I dreaming of Spamalot?" Leah asked. "I was playing it in the car." "Were you singing along?" "Yes. Did you dream of me?" "No." Sophia looked disappointed. "You probably didn't want to be in that dream, anyway. I think David Hyde Pierce was naked. Wait." "Wait?" Leah clambered out of the car, nearly strangling herself in the seat belt even though Sophia had unclicked it. She walked around the car and opened the door for Sophia. "Thanks," Sophia said, as Leah pulled her up. "Purely self-interest," Leah said. She wrapped her arms around Sophia and pushed her face into Sophia's neck.
