"No spark plugs!" Cooper exclaimed, sitting up. And what had he meant by that? It was right there a second ago, he could have sworn it was. But whatever he had been dreaming about was gone, and he was as baffled as ... oh, crap, had he said that in front of her?<br/><br/>He looked around, blinked, looked around again. He was alone, in a strange room. Hotel room? Somewhere warm, with a sea-scented breeze ruffling the curtains of the open windows. His room. But where was Sarah? Had he dreamed the whole thing? Wouldn't have been the first time she showed up in his dreams.<br/><br/>He shifted on his elbows and looked down. Oh. No, not a dream. There was the sorry-looking expended condom, draped over his quiescent member like a handful of plastic wrap now. Cooper snorted and pulled the thing off, wrapping it up in a piece of Kleenex he yanked from the box by the bed. "Class," he muttered, and was about to pull another piece to clean himself up when out of the corner of his eye he glimpsed half a familiar face peering at him from around the corner.<br/><br/>"Um. Hi, beautiful. Hope I didn't wake you," he said, and waved sheepishly. Then he cocked his head and gave her a quizzical smile. "You shrink while we were sleeping? I remember you taller."