An Interlude at Home...
::Though Molly has recovered from the plague, Dr. Dox advised him that she is still sufferring come kind of opportunistic cold virus, so she hasn't snapped back to life like so many others. Not yet, anyway. She is still sleeping when he comes into the house, the television playing softly inthe background. He knows how bored she must be if she's resorted to television. She hates television. He walks up to her and sit beside her sleeping form, leaning over to kiss her on the forhead.::
"Hello there, my dear. How're you feeling?"
"Hello there, my dear. How're you feeling?"