"Yeah, I'm sure. If I stay put much longer I'm gonna go crazy," she said, squeezing his hand. "It's okay. It hurts way less than it did, and I'll be fine walking on it. Long as it's not a lot of stairs."

As soon as they were settled, she relaxed more, happy to be leaving the city behind for a little while; she loved the pace and the attitude of New York, but she was ready for a break. Especially after the several weeks they'd spent in the bar with nothing to think on except the bad parts. "You know I'm gonna make you wear mickey ears, right?"