Heather accepted the coffee gratefully and then rolled her eyes. "Only if we have enough syrup," She decided. Of course there probably was plenty of maple syrup in one of  the cupboards, and if she were honest with herself, pancakes really sounded good after six months of hospital breakfasts. She glanced up as April asked whether she'd slept well. "Hmph. Just bad dreams. The shrink at the hospital said they'll probably never go away completely, but should become less frequent over time. You want to know the worst part? I can't scratch the sole of my left foot with my right big toe any more!" She grimaced, then sighed with relief as April obliged. Another thing she couldn't do that she'd forgotten, was pull her pants up. She threw back the covers and let out a soft "eep", pulled them back again, then sighed. "Oh well, I suppose I'm going to have to get used to you seeing me naked... Could you give me a hand to pull my pants back up, sweetheart?"<br/><br/>Once that was accomplished Heather manoeuvred herself into the chair. In the kitchen, she set about mixing flour, milk, eggs and just the right amount of baking powder. "If you want bacon or sausages, get some out of the freezer..."<br/><br/>After they managed to polish off the massive stack of thick, fluffy pancakes between them, and Heather had washed hers down with a second cup of coffee, she put on a braze smile, and asked, "So, what do you want to do today?" The problem was that the house was tucked away in a quiet residential neighbourhood, and to get anywhere except the nearest dog park would require a car. As they didn't have a dog, the dog park was a bit of a non-starter, and getting in a car still terrified her. But shrink had told her it would be like falling off a bicycle, and she just had to keep getting back on. "Tell you what though, I'm going to try out that new shower. It's too warm to be having sweaty nightmares!" She wheeled herself into the bathroom and stopped.<br/><br/>"April?" She called out. "Help?" Skirts. Definitely skirts!