Reba wasn't sure if she was going to transport that night or not, so she invited Brock out to a friendly dinner that evening. He agreed and met her at the restaurant she suggested after work. She had called in that day and was relieved to find that her boss didn't mind. It seemed as if everything was normal, so Reba didn't question a thing and went on about her day as happily as she could.

When her and Brock met for dinner, her attitude perked up a bit more.

"How was your day?" He asked her when they got sat down and had their order taken. The place was somewhat crowded and Reba was glad they were seated at a booth in the back. It gave them a bit more privacy.

"It was fine," She told him. "I got to talk to Jake a little bit. I haven't gotten to do that in nearly a month. I hardly see him in my other reality."

Brock nodded, but didn't offer a response.

"I'm really confused as to why you believe me," She said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" He asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"You never questioned my sanity or grilled me to death. You just believed every word."

He shrugged. "What reason do you have to lie to me?"

"It's not that. I wouldn't lie, but in my other reality, you think I'm crazy."

"What do I say?"

"You say that it isn't fair that all of a sudden I woke up one day and decided that I wasn't your wife. You complain that I haven't let you touch me in weeks and you don't understand where I'm coming from at all. It's making my life really miserable there. I just wish I could figure out a way to stay put."

He sighed. "I'm sorry I'm being that way."

She kind of chuckled. "Like I said, I know that isn't you."

He let the silence between them grow a moment before saying, "What if I told you how to make me lighten up?"

"What do you mean?"

He moved his coaster around on the table. "Well, if I'm upset that you won't let me touch you, why not let me?"

"Brock!"

"Hear me out. We're married there, right?"

"Yes..."

"Well, I'm probably frustrated as hell."

"You mean...?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I know that it might be awkward, but I remember how it was when we were married in this reality. Whenever you would cop an attitude and make me sleep on the couch and withhold sex, it really pissed me off. Just let go and do it and maybe I'll lighten up."

"I don't know if I could..."

He shrugged. "I know I can be an ass sometimes."

"You really can be." She looked up at him. "But would that make things weird here?"

"Not really. I mean, I'm still physically attracted to you right now. That's no secret."

She was taken aback. She had no idea he still thought she was attractive. Sure, she thought he was still good-looking, but men look better as they age. She wasn't so sure she had the same blessing.

"Oh."

He laughed. "That's all you have to say?"

"I don't know."

He leaned over the table a bit. "You didn't know I still thought you were beautiful?"

She sat back in her seat, trying to get away from him and the awkward situation. "I don't know."

"What do you know?"

"I know that you're making me feel really weird right now. Brock, we're divorced here."

"So? I can't tell you that you're beautiful?"

"Not here!"

"But I'm divorced. It's not like I'm still married."

"Exactly! We're not married here, either!"

He sat back in the booth and folded his hands on the table. "I'll drop it. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. That's the last thing I want to do right now. Just think about what I said."

When Reba went to sleep and woke up, she transported. The first thing she heard when her brain started recognizing her surroundings was the beeping of the heart monitor and she realized she was back in the hospital. She opened her eyes and heard Brock cough next to her. Thankfully, the oxygen mask was off and she could speak.

"Brock?"

She heard him get up and walk over to her.

"Hey, sleepyhead." He kissed her forehead as she looked up at him.

"He's okay."

He nodded. "He's okay."

She smiled and let her head roll to the side to lean against his arm. "I was so scared he wasn't going to make it."

"Me too." He kissed her head again. "What happened?"

"I got so upset after our conversation and had a panic attack. I passed out after I called the ambulance."

"I'm so sorry, baby." He knelt down beside her bed so he could be at eye level with her. "I'm sorry I upset you so badly."

She tried to smile, remembering what the other Brock had told her. "I know you are. I just didn't want you doing something you're going to regret."

"Why don't we talk about this when we get home, when you're stronger?"

"I'm fine right now."

"You may be, but nevertheless, you're in the hospital. Our private matters shouldn't be discussed here."

"We're alone, Brock. You keep leaving me in the dark."

He looked at her. "When we get home."

She sighed in frustration, realizing being nice to him wasn't going to be easy at all.

"Fine."