Man alive, couldn't she fix you with her stare when she wanted to? Cooper shuffled in his seat and fidgeted with one ear that was now burning to the touch as his whole face turned almost beetroot. But there was only so much time he could kill with tics, and the clock was running out. He sighed heavily and checked his watch.<br/><br/>"Well, I think I set the time right when I got to the airport, so that would make it about five ... holy smoke, is it Tuesday?" He looked up sharply at Sarah, the look of chagrin replaced by one of shock. "You know, I think we slept all day?"<br/><br/>She wasn't biting, and after another couple of beats under her conspiratorial but insistent gaze he had to fess up. "Hours. About five hours. Or maybe twenty-three. If it really is tomorrow." He gave a weak laugh that trailed off into vapor.