Bel awoke a little disoriented (to say the least). He was clinging tightly to Anders, and Phoebe was on the other side of the bed doing the same thing. His head ached a little from residual sugar crash.
Then he remembered
waking up five or six years old Saturday morning. Going off and
searching for Phoebe when she wandered off.
Returning that evening for dinner and . . . snuggles.
The next day he and Phoebe had
snuck over to
Wilson and Phale's, where he'd talked to
Blair and
threatened the fish and let
Marie borrow his powers until
Anders came to collect them.
With a groan, Bel rolled over and pulled the covers over his head.
[For the occupants or anyone who might want to knock on the door.]