"How's it going Cos?" Cosima hears her sister ask on the other end of the phone.

"It's fine, Sarah," Cosima replies. She's been in Minnesota for a month now. A month of school, a month of her mind unfocused, only able to concentrate on the memories bouncing around in her head. She hasn't told her sisters about them. They had all been very supportive of her going back to school, said she needed to move on, focus on herself and her career. She didn't know how to tell them about what was going on inside her mind and she was still unable to.

"Yeah? You liking it back at school?" Sarah inquires.

"I'm dealing. It's a little weird being back here, but I suppose it's good for me," Cosima sighs.

"Yeah, it is," Sarah agrees. "Look, I'm gonna come visit you in a few weeks, alright? Make sure you're ok over there."

"Ok," Cosima replies. She'll be happy to have the company, and maybe if she has Sarah alone, she can confess what's been going on with her.

"Good. You call me if you need anything, Cos," Sarah says, "Talk soon."

"I will."

Cosima hangs up the phone and gets up to take a shower. As she lets the warm water run over her body, her mind wanders to Delphine. She closes her eyes, pretending she's there. She knows it's unhealthy to think like this and it will only make her more upset, but she can't help herself.

She feels her step into the tub behind her, her arms snaking around her naked stomach, her front pressed into her back. She feels the warmth envelop her, the same warmth she felt that night. She feels light kisses laid on the back of her neck, soft whispers in her ear, blonde curls draping over her shoulder. She imagines the feeling of safety she would feel in Delphine's arms, lets the world melt away for a moment, envisioning her hand is Delphine's hand, bringing it up to her mouth to give it a gentle kiss.

She feels her own tears streaming down her face, unsure when she started crying. The tears mix with the water and she opens her eyes, fiercely aware of how alone she is. She allows herself to sob for a moment before collecting herself and stepping out of the tub. She wraps herself in a towel and goes to sit on the couch, not having the energy or will to get dressed.

The moment she sits down, she is flooded with an intense memory as pain shoots through her head.

"You want red or white?"

Cosima looks over at Delphine, who is pulling two bottles of wine out of her bag. She looks beautiful as she sits on the blanket, her hair glowing in the sun.

"You brought both?" Cosima asks, smiling.

"I wanted you to have whatever you want," Delphine beams.

"I already have everything I want," Cosima says as she takes Delphine's hand.

Delphine gives her a look and Cosima starts laughing. "Sorry, I'm super cheesy."

"It's ok. I like it," Delphine replies.

"Red," Cosima answers, rubbing Delphine's arm lovingly.

Delphine pours and they lay on their sides, facing each other, sipping the wine, enjoying each other's company.

"It's nice to have a day off for once," Delphine admits.

"Yeah, we don't get many of those. I feel bad actually. I should be in the lab," Cosima answers.

Delphine reaches her hand out to touch Cosima's cheek. "You deserve a moment of relaxation, ma chérie."

Cosima grins. They finish their wine and Cosima nuzzles into Delphine's chest as they lie back on the blanket. Delphine closes her eyes and allows herself to fall into a comfortable state of slumber for a few minutes. Cosima closes her eyes, half-awake, but relaxed.

"Cosima..."

Cosima jolts up, thinking Delphine has said her name. This is not how the memory goes. Delphine is asleep.

She looks at the blonde, whose eyes are still closed, her chest rising and falling gently.

"Cosima..."

This time, she is looking right at Delphine. The voice didn't come from her. Something is off here. This memory is off.

Cosima looks around. There is no one else. The park is quiet. This is how it was, how she remembered it. They laid there until Cosima woke Delphine up and they went back to Cosima's apartment. But this time...no...this is odd.

"Cosima..."

She hears it again, a faint whisper.

"Hello?" she answers.

Delphine doesn't stir. It's almost like she can't hear her.

Then there is silence. She doesn't hear it anymore. The voice is gone.

Cosima's eyes flutter open. She is lying on the couch. When had she fallen asleep? Was that a dream? A memory? The voice was familiar again, the same one from her dream last night. Delphine? She never heard the voice in her memories before, only in her dreams. Were they one and the same? What is going on inside her mind?

She feels groggy now, her thoughts strangely sloppy and unfocused. It's like someone is jumbling all her memories inside her brain and letting them spill into one another. Her head is pounding yet again. She gets up to take more aspirin.