With a mischievous smile she leaned closer, planting a gentle kiss on the weary surgeon forehead.<br/>"Have a shower and be at<em>my</em>quarters an hour later. I'm finished here for today and I think I know what you need just right now..."<br/>Imma quickly wrote the number of her apartment on a slice of paper and carefully she slid it into the pocket of his cape.<br/>"Here. This is your ticket to Optimism. I'll show you why..." She gave him a last wink then patting his shoulder she stumbled away, back to the elevator.<br/>That fall, on the day before yesterday made her more cautious. Not because of herself but because<em>he</em>asked her to be so...<br/>