It is one of those rare days when nothing unusual happens and they just spend time in Walter's lab waiting. They don't even know what they're waiting for. Or why they're still waiting for it.
What is it anyway?
Why does she care about someone's obsession with The Beatles? Why does she feel a wave of excitement whenever she thinks of the number 190? Why do Arabic words sound so weird to her now? Why isn't 'Jack of all trades' such a foreign figure of speech anymore?
Is he aware she's been staring at him for the last ten minutes just holding an empty glass in her hand?
Her own mind is playing tricks on her. It can't be. It is not normal. It is impossible. But... is there really anything impossible left in this world?.. Or any other world at that point.
He's just sitting there reading a book in total silence, turning the pages probably a bit too fast for a normal person. Page 64... 66... 68... Her lips part and she closes her eyes. A moment later she can see again and it's his curious face she comes across first when all the stars are gone.
'What were you thinking about?'
He's scaning. She picks out the nicest mask of ignorance to wear and looks at him openly although her cheeks are still turning pink. Let him think it's the alcohol.
'Nothing. Why?'
He frowns and shrugs.
'I don't know. I just thought I've heard that sound before.'
And then he goes back to reading. There's no way to open their minds enough yet. But do they need it right now?