-R-
Her apartment looks just as he had imagined: bright and colourful, but not too loud. Everything was held in pastel, soothing to (?) the eyes. There are some tastefully pictures with flowers, waterfalls and beaches with palms on it. The ceiling lamp immerses everything in steady light and with a view in the dark night out of the huge window besides the couch you can surmise amazing scenery with hills and meadows. Ryan likes her apartment – it's comfortable and pretty. It completely goes with her.

„Back there, the second door from left, there is the bathroom. If you need it, you can find some bandaging material in the commode, the lowest drawer." While Calleigh deposits her bag on the couch her blonde hair slides across her shoulder. Just like silk – her hair is like silk, for real. If you would run your fingers through it you wouldn't hit upon a resistance, you wouldn't find any bun or the like. Every single hair sits perfectly, side by side the next hair – how would he like to run HIS fingers through it, just to check out if appearances are deceiving.

"What?" , she asks and eyes him suspiciously. Not until now he realizes, that he just stood there the whole time and stared at her. He makes an effort and tries to ignore this fluttering, funny feeling in his stomach. "Nothing. I…I will go…to the bathroom now." He points at back with his thumb but still stays for a moment to calms down his thumping heart. Then he turns around and leaves.

"Wrong direction!", he hears Calleighs' voice.

He swings around and notices an amused smile on her lips.

"What…?"

She laughs. "The bathroom is at the opposite direction. This way leads you to the cellar."

"Oh." How embarrassing! Another time he made a fool of himself. Ryan feels his face getting hot. Quickly he takes the correct way to the bath. Not before getting there and looking at himself in the mirror, seeing his own blood in his face and on his hands, he feels the nagging pain in the bridge of his nose again. Now when Calleigh isn't there in the same room with him…

-C-

Calleigh still smiles, although Ryan isn't in the room anymore. She just can't switch it off, it's coming directly from within. She could squeak: "Cuuuuuute!" when she things of him, taking the wrong direction. His goofy, confused look was so…quaint!

But instead she just pulls off her jacket and places it on the chair, sits down and gets up right after it, as to run quickly to the mirror which is hanging above the telephone and to take a short look at herself. She expected to look awful, that her hair would be in a muddle, but everything fits. Fine.
Just on the way to sit down on the chair again her view stripes her stereo. She grins: in the
past days she has listened to Ryan's CD's, he gave her, every evening and she liked them a lot. Exactly her taste.
She presses the Play-Button.

Cause I've got you

To make me feel stronger

When the days are rough

And an hour seems much longer

Somehow the text reminds her of today. She can't say what exactly; perhaps it's just the word "strong"? Or "night"? It doesn't matter anyway.
She has a strange but also terrific feeling, some kind of being tipsy… She had a similar feeling when their hands first contacted, shaved, at their walk in the fields.
Ryan is here. In her apartment. A bizarre imagination, but it's true. Somehow it's lovely to have someone here with her, someone she really likes a lot, not being alone anymore – someone like Ryan.
Well, don't think that would mean something, she just took him with her because in his battered condition he wouldn't have been able to drive home – that's it!
Though it's nice to have him here with her…
She sits down on her couch, listens to the gentle music in the background, waiting for Ryan's return from the bathroom. After certainly waiting more than five minutes she gets a bit anxious about him. How long does it take to just refresh oneself?

"Ryan?", she calls towards the bathroom. "What are you doing all the time?"

She hears him answering but couldn't get what he said. So she gets up from the couch and walks towards the bath. The door is open and she recognizes Ryan in front of the mirror, leaning above the washbowl. She can't see any more blood drops on him – not on his hands and not at his nose. Ryan hasn't yet recognized her standing in the doorframe.

„Hey, you're already done, so what are you still doing?", she asks him a bit confused.

Ryan winces and groans as he sees her.

"Man, you scared me!" He grasps at his heart for a short time and starts smirking bashful as he noticed her look of inquiry.
"I…uhm" ,he scratches his back of the head, „I just cleaned up a bit. So many things were standing around here…"