Sam rolled her head up to vertical as Daniel slipped through the infirmary curtains and smiled at her. "Hey."

"Hey, back," he offered, pulling up a chair beside her bed. He held out a hand, and when she took it, he wrapped her fingers up in both his hands and put his elbows next to hers on the bed, making a little pyramid. Only then did he say, "You look a thousand times better than yesterday."

She smiled at him. "It's amazing what antibiotics will do, isn't it? I feel better, too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. My fever's down. They may let me go later today."

"That's great." And then he remembered where she'd be going to. "Uh…. Your house is kind of a wreck. For you." His apartment always had boxes of stuff around.

She blinked, bewildered. "Why?"

"Uh…. 'Cause you died," he reminded her. "We started packing things up for Cassie. I took that picture of us off the mantle. And the vase. And… well, we all took some stuff." It wasn't worth enumerating; she'd get it back. "You said we could."

He could have sworn they'd told her that earlier, but she was blinking at him like he'd lost his mind. "Like… died died," she echoed.

"Dead," he confirmed. "We thought Korolev got sucked into the black hole."

Still, she stared. And then she said only, "Huh."

"And by sucked into the black hole, I clearly mean crashed into the Pacific never to be found."

"Huh," she said again.

"Yeah. They're gonna have to find some way to resurrect you now. We had a lovely memorial service. Two, actually. The real one and the one for the non-existent plane."

"That's… nice," she managed.

"Your funeral was lovely. Everyone cried." Except the guy who hadn't shown up, but maybe they didn't need to get into that.

"Huh."

"I guess I can cancel the appointment with the appraisers," Daniel realized.

"Appraisers," she echoed.

"Lucky for you, the lawyer hasn't let me give Cassie your car keys yet. I'm not sure you'd get those back."

Still trying to absorb that, Sam covered her mouth with the fingers of her free hand for a moment. "You were really… divvying up my stuff."

"As instructed." Turning his head briefly, Daniel pressed a kiss to the tops of her fingers. "I love you, too, by the way."

She blinked. "What?"

"The letters were a nice touch."

"The lett -" Her eyes flew wide. "The letters."

"I mean, you're kind of a jerk, making me cry," he told her. "But a lovable jerk."

"And you…. You gave them out? All of them? When?" she asked, reclaiming her hand to push herself further up the mattress.

"Uh…." He had to do a little math. "A week and a half ago? I gave Cassie and Mark theirs at the funeral. And I took Jack's to Washington a few days later." The words were out of his mouth before he realized they implied things he didn't mean to imply – even if they were true – and he hoped she wouldn't ask why Jack hadn't gotten his at her funeral.

"In Washington," she repeated, and his heart sank.

"Yeah," he said simply.

And then it struck him. Where or how Jack had gotten the letter didn't matter at all. He'd gotten it, period, and if she'd been as candid in that letter as she had in Daniel's, that wasn't necessarily good news. Or maybe it was; he wasn't sure. "Uh…. I thought you were dead," he said again. "Sorry, I -"

"Has he been back to Colorado?" she interrupted. "Since?"

"Well, no, but…. I mean, I took him the file, and he's -"

"On leave." It was an interruption again. "Do you know where he went?"

"Uh…. Minnesota. But he's not answering either phone. Call him from your cell," he suggested. "It'll either wake him up or scare him dead."

"Minnesota. You're sure about that?"

"I mean, that's what he told General Hammond."

"Okay." The wariness fell from her expression with a nod. "Okay."

Confused, Daniel tried, "He… has the file."

"I know. That's okay. That's fine."

It didn't make any sense, but she clearly wasn't going to explain. Daniel gave up.