Willa had lost track of how long she'd been stuck in the extremely cramped drawer in the morgue. It could have been fifteen minutes or two hours. She had tried to sleep, but the overwhelming sense of panic had made that attempt unsuccessful. Now, she was so cold that sleep threatened to take her against her will. Her fingers had gone numb a while back. She fought to stay awake.

Of course, it helped that someone was making a lot of noise, banging around in the room outside her tiny metal prison. Wait, what? Willa didn't care if the people banging around were friends or enemies. If they were hostile she could fight, and if friends, even better, she'd get out of here. It was a win-win. She hollered through the gag, banging her hands on the bottom of the drawer as hard as she could with the little leverage she could achieve, given that her hands were bound.

Philby and Jess turned toward the sound. Philby's voice was tinged with worry. "Willa?"

Jess yanked open the drawers around Willa and finally pulled out the correct drawer. Jess sighed in relief, sounding like she was holding back tears. "Thank goodness you're okay!"

Willa's eyes widened. "Jess? Dell?" Her smile was wobbly.

Philby eased Willa to a sitting position in the drawer, undoing the bonds on her wrists and ankles. Jess pushed in, hugging her tightly as Willa burst into tears. Whether this was out of relief or fear, Jess and Philby couldn't tell.

Jess helped Philby lift Willa from the drawer and lower her to the ground to rest against the wall, then she continued to check out the other drawers for clues as to what Hollingsworth's goons had been up to. Philby sat next to Willa, close enough for their shoulders to brush.

Her teeth chattered. "Th-thank you guys for saving me."

"Of course. I'm sorry we didn't get here sooner. I tried to cross you over, but the program couldn't handle it. So, uh, I guess this is Plan B?" He gave a nervous laugh, then put his arms around her in a brief hug once he saw that she was still crying. He pulled back to look at her, but she refused to let go of him, intead pulling him closer.

He patted her back. "Hey, you're okay." She didn't respond. "What's wrong, Willa? You're shaking."

"So… cold."

"Huh?"

"There was a… a fan, in there. It was so cold, I thought I was going to…" she shuddered, unable to finish the sentence, then buried her face in his chest. "You're so warm."

He laughed shakily, rubbing her arms to try to help warm her up.

Jess finished up with the drawers, overhearing the end of their conversation. "I'll go look around, see if I can find anything else." Philby gave her a thumbs up behind Willa's back, and Jess left the room, treading quietly.

"I can't believe you came for me," Willa breathed.

"I love you." He kissed the side of her hair, holding her tight.

Her breath caught, and she clung to his shoulders. "I love you, too, Dell."

Willa sniffled as she pulled away, her tears finally stopping. "Is Wayne going to be okay on his own?"

Philby smiled, wiping her tears away with his sleeve. This girl, always thinking of others before herself. He loved that about her. "He'll be totally fine. I was needed here."

She smiled shyly. "You were. Thank you for coming."

"Anything for my girl. Besides, I was really worried. Jess can testify, I sorta… panicked."

Willa feigned surprise. "You? No."

Philby pretended to be offended. "I couldn't help it, I'm a sucker for you."

Willa rolled her eyes. "That was the cheesiest thing you've ever said to me, Dell."

"Thought it might help warm your heart."

She grimaced, wrinkling her nose in the way he found so adorable. "Even worse."

Philby tucked her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "Willa, can I–"

Her breath caught and she nodded at him, eyes wide. He brought his lips to hers gently, enjoying the feel of her lips on his, and revelling in the fact that he would remember it this time. No spell was being broken here. His fingers splayed across the small of her back, pressing her closer. They were kissing just because they wanted to, not out of necessity or fear, but out of love and relief that they were both still alive. She kissed him back eagerly, her hand in his hair as she melted into him. She didn't mind having waited years for this moment one bit. It was worth it. Kissing him in Aruba had been good simply because she was kissing Dell, but having him kiss her back? Beyond anything she could have imagined. She felt like she was floating.

Jess cleared her throat from the doorway. "First off, it took you two long enough," she stifled a giggle, "and second, I found a blanket for you, Willa." She tossed the blanket to Philby, who was flushed scarlet. He snagged the blanket, then draped it across Willa's shoulders. She gratefully pulled the blanket tighter around herself.

"Thanks." Willa offered Jess an apologetic smile.

Jess replied, "I'm done and ready to go whenever you feel up to it, Willa."

"Let's get out of here," Willa said determinedly.

Philby stood and offered her his hand to help her up, which she gratefully accepted. The three walked out of the funeral home, shaken but stronger for it. Willa leaned heavily on Philby, who kept a firm arm around her as they made their way back to meet the other Keepers and Wayne. Willa was sure they were in for a round of teasing when they got back, but for now, she was happy and content to treasure the memory of hers and Dell's first real kiss–even if poor Jess had been there, too.