The detective was gasping for breath, and shook her head, trying to clear it; she felt as if there were remnants of a dream that refused to be remembered, floating around in the back of her head, and her hair was a mess, her thighs felt sticky. All over her body she was sore, as if she'd been working out instead of simply sleeping. Her shoulders ached terribly, and she felt a desperate need for a shower. Swinging her legs out of bed, she stood, rising up for an inexplicable moment on her toes, and her calves ached, threatening to cramp before she dropped to normal walking, heading for the shower.