Duncan was in a slightly grumpy mood. That was one of the first things Kim realised when she bounded down with her usual cheerful "Good morning!" and instead of a smile and a "Morning" back, she had received a slight glare and a nod of the head from across the room. She thought she recalled him sleeping on the sofa… but she couldn't think why. She shrugged to herself; either way, it was clear he hadn't slept well. She had slept very well; she remembered having an odd dream herself, but couldn't actually recall it.

"So, er, Duncan – what are we going to do today?" She asked enthusiastically, waiting for him to smile and motion to the elevator where some hidden surprise would be waiting to be revealed and explained to her which would benefit them in Hat Films destruction in some way.

"You can do some magic and witchcraft if you want…" Duncan muttered as he wandered over the elevator and disappeared out of sight. Kim frowned at his tone and followed him down. After checking the floors below, she realised that he must have taken the secret door as a short cut to her witches hut. Smiling, she ran out and bounded into her hut, only for her face to fall as she realised no one was there.

"Kim?" Duncan's voice drifted towards her as she spun around and saw him watching her as he peered around the altar at her.

"What are you doing there?" she asked, slightly baffled by his behaviour. She walked towards him and noticed the dark lines beneath his eyes. She concluded that he must not have had much sleep last night…

Duncan stepped out from behind the altar, dragging his backpack from behind it and slinging it across his back, stumbling slightly. "I, er, need to go mining for some stuff so … you should stay here and practice something…" Duncan phrased awkwardly, noting how Kim tilted her head and crossed her arms, frowning.

"Duncan. What is the matter with you?" She demanded, her face a mix between worry and slight anger. "And if there's a mining trip then I want to come too…" she added before Duncan cut across her.

"I need to go mining for certain stuff and someone needs to look after the animals whilst I'm gone – do you really trust me with them?" Duncan demanded, motioning to the force-field and the painful incident that had happened a few weeks ago. He rubbed his forehead and wrinkled his eyes slightly in pain at the headache he had. "And I'm fine, Kim." He inwardly winced at how horrible he sounded, the pain in his forehead spiking every few seconds. After the sleepless night he had risen off the sofa with a temperature; Kim didn't need to know that though.

"Seriously, what time did you get to bed last night? You look awful – you're not going anywhere." Kim insisted as she marched towards him; Duncan hastily backed away from her.

"Seriously Kim, I'm fine! I have a headache because I didn't sleep well last night – I only got a few hours. We're low on resources and someone needs to get them and I'm not letting you go on your own!" Duncan shouted, turning away from Kim and preparing to use his jet pack to go to where he had mapped out the mine this morning.

"Then let me come with you." Kim's anger in her voice made Duncan stop and unwillingly turn around.

"What are you talking about Kim? Stay and do something useful." He spat out at her, hating himself more every second. Kim raised herself to her full height and pointed a finger at Duncan. At that moment in time she ignored all of the hateful comments she was receiving; it was her turn to start to get angry.

"Either take me with you so that I can keep an eye on you and make sure you don't collapse or get killed by any monsters, or stay and let me look after you until you're better. You're pale, you're slightly shaking and you're in no position to do anything, so really, that's me saying that... DUNCAN!"

Duncan shot up into the air using his jet pack, intent on flying off as Kim shot up after him – but a wave of nausea hit him and he swerved in the air, heading towards the ground.

"Duncan!" Kim's voice cried out as he started hurtling towards the ground. Duncan managed to blast his jetpack towards the ground as he landed but smashed his head against the altar – he dimly watched Kim land and run towards him as he fell unconscious, a slightly purple blur running towards him.

…

Kim heaved Duncan onto the sofa and sat down heavily beside him, panting slightly. She had rushed inside and grabbed the necessarily materials to clean and bandage his head, had left his backpack in her hut and then dragged Duncan up to the house… all of this had taken a lot of effort and strength; and trying to carry someone a lot heavier than you was hard.

Sighing, she used the device they had christened the 'ipad' and took out some blankets and threw them over him. As she did so she had a sudden feeling of déjà vu and recalled Duncan tucking her into her bed last night. Highly confused, Kim placed the 'ipad' down and closed her eyes, head in her hands, as she struggled to remember the details of last night. She remembered she was working on some silver substance before then…

Kim frowned as she remembered someone carrying her upstairs to her bed – that must have been Duncan. He had tucked her into bed and then gone to the couch and disappeared out of sight; so he had slept on the sofa then. She had woken up near morning and he had still been awake; did he not sleep at all then? Kim frowned as she struggled to remember the fragments of sleepy memory and remembered he had said something to her… she opened her eyes and looked at the sleeping scientist beside her and felt her fragments of the morning slip away and wondered what he had said. She briefly recalled her dream where Duncan had hurt himself in some way and she had had to get Hannah to help whilst there were flying marshmallows. She chuckled to herself at how her dream was now slightly accurate.

Watching Duncan resting was a weird sight. He was always busy and Kim slept so soundly that she never really noticed when he was asleep but now… Kim hesitantly asked "Dunc?" to check if he was awake – the scientist made no reaction to her words. She sighed and rested her hand on his head for a brief second, a way of quietly telling him that she was there. With that, she slowly moved off the sofa, careful not to disturb him, and crept down the stairs, deciding that she would make them both some fresh soup so cheer them up.

She paused for a second on the stairs and recalled how upset he had been when speaking to her – but after another moment she quickly blamed it on him being ill. She knew how she got annoyed when she was sick or tired; and she never wanted to be both. Poor Duncan… she thought to herself and noisily headed back up the stairs before remembering she was trying to be quiet. She poked her head into the room and smiled to see him still sleeping soundly. Without knowing why she felt the need to whisper to him, promising "I'm here… and I'm going to look after you." Humming slightly under her breath, she made her way down the stairs and started to check the fridge and 'ipad' for ingredients.

Upstairs, Duncan opened his eyes exhaustedly for a few moments to check Kim had truly gone this time. Although he felt guilty about his shouting and how ill he was and letting her to look after him, he couldn't help as he slightly smiled and murmured back "Ditto."