"GET AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Phil abruptly woke up to Keely's screaming. Her arms were thrashing around the air. She was pushing on the couch like she was trying to get away from something. Her blankets were knocked off the couch.

Phil rapidly got up and untangled himself from his covers.

"Keely! Keely!" He yelled. He tried to grab her arms.

"Keely! Wake up!" He yelled again.

She hastily sat up. She breathed hard. Phil seized her shoulders.

"Keely. It's okay, It was just a dream. Rather a nightmare." Phil attempted to calm her.

Keely's eyes closed tight and got tense.

"Here comes the pain." She said through her teeth. Phil sat down next to her.

"You shouldn't have sat up. Come 'ere." Phil pulled her close. Keely leaned on him.

Phil wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair.

"Shh, close your eyes. Breathe." He said softly.

They stayed like that the rest of the night. Keely stayed in Phil's arms. She has never felt so safe in her life. The warmth of his body put her to sleep.

Her skin was so soft. Phil leaned his head on hers and fell asleep.

Phil woke up around 10, but Keely was fast asleep. So, he let her sleep.

It was roughly 11:45 when Keely's eyes start to wake.

"Hey." Phil whispered. Keely moaned a little.

"Hi." She replied.

"Your voice sounds better. How do you feel?" Phil asked.

"Better. Still sore and all but nothing I can't beat." She smiled.

"Think you can eat?" He asked.

"I think I can eat."

"Good." Phil took his thumb and rubbed Keely's nose. That made her smile. Phil got up and turned back to her. Keely was sitting up by herself.

"Do you want to try walk to the kitchen or shall I call off the items we have on the menu today?"

"I think I should try to walk" Keely said.

"What an overachiever we have here." Keely laughed.

"Your laugh is better today too. Not that it wasn't always great." Phil added. Keely blushed a small bit.

He bent down and Keely put her arm around his neck. Phil wrapped his arm around stomach. But was careful not to hurt her.

Phil leaned back up and Keely stood up.

"So far so good." Phil said.

"Let's go to the kitchen." He started to walk slowly. Keely had a little bit of limp but she was walking. Slowly but surely.

"Okay, so we have cereal, pop-tarts or…pancakes, eggs and bacon?" Phil raised one eyebrow.

Keely sighed.

"I don't know. I mean, that pop tart sounds pretty appetizing." She laughed.

"Pancakes it is" Phil said happily.

He let her sit down at the kitchen table. He stepped back and looked at her.

"You know, I think we should let the three slits air." He kneeled down next to her and unwrapped her stomach. Keely looked down at the cuts and her eyes grew.

"Jeez Phil, you were right. They're huge. I can't believe those thugs did this to me." Anger suddenly rose in her voice.

Phil flipped a pancake.

"So what happened last night?" Phil inquired.

Keely was confused.

"What do you mean?" She replied.

"I woke up to you screaming and yelling in the middle of the night." Phil explained.

"You didn't hit your head on the coffee table again did you?" She asked him. Phil laughed.

"No."

"Oh that! It just clicked what you were talking about. I don't know. I guess I was dreaming they were back or something." Phil nodded.

"Phil, that was excellent." Empty plates filled the table. Half empty syrup bottles and glasses.

"Glad you liked it." Phil said.

"You should become a chef." Keely put her hands in the air.

"Chef Diffy. Master of Pancakes. You could have a school. The University of Fluffy Pancakes and Other Batter Related Foods." Phil watched Keely plan out a whole restaurant deal. He loved seeing her happy again. She stopped talking when she saw Phil staring at her.

"What?" Keely asked with a smile.

"Nothing. Keep going. What happens after Pancakes From the Future opens?" He laughed.

Keely blushed.