Just for a minute. Locking herself away in a windowless warehouse for several days had not been Kathy's brightest decision ever. She needed sunshine.

And then she started walking again, feeling a tiny fraction better, her head coming to rest on Dante's shoulder. Didn't make for a fast walk, but she liked it there, so, whatever.

"Let me know when I've hit the right number of puns," she said. "Marshmallow jokes are my lucky charms."