A thud sounded from the direction of Peggy's bedroom, followed by a shatter. "Bloody fuck!" Peggy's voice echoed, carrying with it the seething rage the woman was feeling.

With a sigh, Angie rolled herself from her bed and padded towards Peggy's room to check on her friend.

"Peg?" she called as she opened the door. The sight that greeted her—Peggy standing by her crooked night-stand, a lamp shattered on the floor—baffled her. "English, you okay?"

Peggy turned to face her, but their eyes never quite met. In fact, Angie noticed, Peggy's eyes seemed to fail to focus on anything really. Where the woman usually had a sharp, focused gaze, she was left instead with a hard stare that flitted about as if her friend were trying to find something.

As if she were trying to find Angie.

"Peggy?" she asked, a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach.

"It's all right," the Englishwoman immediately assure her, so of course Angie immediately assumed it—whatever it was-wasn't. The woman's hand rose in a pacifying gesture, presumably to calm any feelings of panic Angie might have been feeling, but the waitress was wary when Peggy's eyes fell slightly in the wrong direction.

"Peggy."

And then those dark eyes darted slightly in the other direction, but still not quite where they needed to be.

Angie's stomach flipped unpleasantly. "Oh my God…" she choked out in realization.

"Angie," Peggy tried again. "It's fine."

"Oh my God! It's fine?" Angie shouted. "Really? You—can you even see me?"

Peggy froze, caught. "It's not that bad," she insisted.

"Not that bad?" Roared the waitress, incredulous. "What the hell, Peg?"

"I'll be fine, I promise! Howard assured me that—"

"Howard?" Angie screeched, making Peggy wince. "What the hell did Howard do to you?"

"I swear, Angie, it'll wear off." Peggy took a step in her direction, but seemed to think better of it and stayed where she was. "Really. It's just a side effect from a pair of his goggles I'd had to wear. According to Howard, hijacking the visual pathways tends to leave one's brain and eyes at odds for a time." She held her hand out towards Angie, silently asking that she come to her instead. A moment later, Angie pressed her lips into a thin line and stomped over to Peggy. She held the woman's hand tightly, trying to subdue the anger bubbling inside her. "It's only temporary. I promise."

"How temporary?" Angie bit out.

"Twenty-four to thirty-six hours."

A moment passed between them where Angie forced herself to calm down and Peggy wished she could see the young woman's face so she knew how to act.

"Okay…" Angie breathed. "How bad is it?"

A wry smile crossed Peggy's features and she squeezed Angie's hands. "I can't see a damned thing."

"All right. Let me just…" she gestured towards the phone, but then realized Peggy couldn't see. "I'll call off work and stay with you until you can see again."

"You don't—"

"Quiet." Angie's tone brooked no argument. "Don't need you breaking all the lamps," she grumbled, hoping the smirk made it into her voice.

Peggy smiled in her general direction then, and she knew it had. "Goodness, no," the older woman joked. "We can't have that."

Satisfied that Peggy wouldn't argue with her, Angie dropped the woman's hands and made for the phone.

"Angie?" Peggy's voice was soft and—if Angie didn't know better—slightly vulnerable.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"Sure, English."

Angie watched Peggy as the woman turned her head slightly to the side and towards the floor. The tender look she saw and the small smile that bloomed on Peggy's lips made her cheeks flush and her heart soar.

With a smile of her own, Angie grabbed the phone and dialed the L&L.