A warm body pressed up against Cosima's back as she smiled contently, letting a tired moan escape her lips as she shifted inside of her sleeping bag. A warm nose gave an Eskimo kiss against the nape of her neck, blowing a hot breath against her. Cosima pulled the sleeping bag closer to her as she let out a soft giggle, "Del', stop it that tickles!"

The nose snorted as a thin arm wrapped around her waist, "Sestra Cosima, you... warmer than other Sestras."

Cosima's eyes snapped open as the last twenty-four hours hit her like a spring tide, bits and pieces coming back and fourth due to having been higher than a kite (she didn't prefer the vaporizer, but clearly it worked).

Cosima was staying at Alison's for a weekend because.. because.. Delphine had come by Alison's house while the kids were there. She had brought men from DYAD, and had been demanding she went with her... Sarah and Delphine were arguing-no it was acceptable to say they were full out screaming on the front porch. Cosima had been in the basement when she saw a man walking towards the back door, acting on instinct she grabbed her 'clone phone' and high tailed it by sneaking out Gemma's window after nearly giving the poor girl a heart attack.

Helena was outside... "We need to protect babies, Sestra."

Cosima didn't question the cryptic message nor the nitrogen tank in her arms and lead her towards the garage without getting noticed. They took the smaller car-she sent an apology to Alison later on after she got far enough to rent a car and left the location for her to find it. Helena kept on asking for ice cream, then macaroni and cheese, then both...

The thought of watching her eat ice cream on macaroni made her stomach knot up in complaint. She wasn't normally one to judge others' eating habits, but that had taken more restraint than she was used to.

Helena's arm drew Cosima in closer, causing the brunette to squirm. "Where are we?"

Helena grumbled in a heavily accented strew of nothing before sitting up, and stretching out like a cat, "Minne-consin, I forget."

Cosima nodded and yawned before sniffing the air and crinkling her nose, "we need to clean up."

Helena perked up at the possibility of needing to get money, "no worry! I'll go get money for a hotel room and food."

Cosima furrowed her brows, but nodded in agreement as the curly haired blonde scrambled her way out of the tent. Cosima reached one of her arms out towards the door of the tent as if it would stop her, "Hey, stay out of trouble, Helena!"

Helena gave her a toothy grin as she turned around, was she wearing Sarah's favorite t-shirt? "I'll go get money, you watch babies!" Helena ran off before Cosima could ask her to keep an eye out for any of DYAD's backdoor employees.

Cosima looked at the nitrogen tank, sounds simple enough. Stretching, she stood up and exited the tent to re-familiarize herself with her surroundings. Cosima put both of her hands on her lower back as she rubbed the arch of her back in an attempt to loosen the muscles that had been knotted after a night of sleeping in the tent. She walked a full circle around the tent.

Directly in front of the tent was a small fire pit-clearly made by Helena-and what looked like a makeshift area to sit down with two logs pulled up to a stump. A cooler was resting by one of the logs. Curiously, Cosima walked over to it and opened it only to find melted water and several cans of soda and two bottles of water. She took a bottle and headed behind the tent towards the sound of running water. She grinned when she came up to a gentle stream and gently dipped her foot in only to pull it back quickly.

Fuck, that's freezing. As if suddenly aware of the chilly weather, she pulled her plum duster closer around her and walked back towards the tent to retreat to the safety of her sleeping bag. By the time she's under the safety of the thick material her phone is buzzing beside her. Pulling it out after finding her glasses and putting them on, she cringes at the six missed calls from Alison, one from Felix and several more (she doesn't want to contemplate the actual number) from Delphine's cell.. As if on cue, another message popped up onto her screen.

Frenchie: Where are you?

Cosima furrows her brows blurting "Frenchie?" aloud before realizing that she'd in fact snatched Sarah's phone instead of her own. She bit down on the soft flesh of her bottom lip before gathering the courage to text back.

I could ask the same.

She held her breath as she nested her head on the pillow closest to her (easy considering on further inspection there was only one to begin with). She's able to focus on the chirping of nearby birds before the phone buzzes once more.

Frenchie: You were supposed to meet me an hour ago. We need to talk. Where is she? You can't keep me from see-

She's interrupted from reading the text by a call from Alison's phone. Sitting up in her spot, she answered it without a second thought and tried to play her nerves off as calmly as she could manage. "Hey... Al'.."

"Hey Al'?! Is that all you have to say for yourself?! Sarah where the hell are you-"

"Alison, it's Cosima."

"Cosima? Wh-"

"Yeah, good ol' me."

"Why did you steal my car?"

"Uhh, well.." Cosima shifts in her spot, gesticulating as she searches for anything she could use to pass the time while Helena is gone, "It's actually a pretty funny-I was over while Fee and Sarah were babysitting the others-don't worry, I hid in the basement-but anyways, DYAD showed up and I sort of had to.."

"-Say no more! I don't want to know. I'm assuming Sarah has your phone, then?"

"Yeah, most likely. Hey, if she asks, Helena's with me." Cosima grabs a map as she turns it over in her hands so she's viewing it properly. Not that it'd be much use, she's shit with maps. She can hear a muttered 'good riddance' over the phone.

A moment passes before Alison speaks up again, "Alright.. Do you know where you are? I'm going to come get you."

"You?" Cosima fights to suppress a snort, "That's okay, something tells me some time away could be just what I need... and I have Helena if I end up needing help." Cosima can feel Alison's grimace over the phone as she speaks, adding the last part in an attempt to persuade Alison. When did she start acting like she was my mom?

"You want to trust her with your health?- Alright-that's your choice, not mine. At least tell me you know where you are."

"I..." She hesitates at telling her she has no idea, and instead settles on a mumbled, "America."

"Good grief, Cosima... Text me when you find out."