"Phil. You've told me about what you remember from Tahiti. Your implanted memories. You remember having the greatest massage ever, and it's not real. This is real." She ran her fingers through his cropped hair at the nape of his neck. "When you think of Tahiti, think of this instead."

Phil desperately wanted to turn his head and look at her but her hands on his back felt so warm. As he let out a deep breath, his back relaxed beneath her hands. Her hands lingered on the scar on his back that seemed to be hurting more often than not lately. His eyes were firmly closed and he flashed back to Tahiti, startling him as his eyes opened.

Melinda stopped rubbing. "What?" She leaned down ever so slightly. "What is it?"

He turned his head to the side to speak. "I closed my eyes and there I was in Tahiti, and…"

She continued rubbing. "Phil." Coulson grinned at the sound of her softly speaking his name. "Close your eyes." He obliged, and got lost in her gently stroking his back. "Phil."

Coulson could only softly moan. He hadn't felt this relaxed since… since before he died. He hadn't felt this safe either in a very long time.

"Coulson." She ran her hands down his arms. "The physical therapist. The one whose command of the English language was irrelevant."

"May," Coulson began, speaking softly. "How did you know that?"

"Think of her, Coulson." Melinda made circles around his scar. "Think of her."

Again, he was back in "Tahiti." He opened his eyes and looked up. It was May. "Melinda." Coulson whispered. "How did you get into my memory?"

Melinda softly made circles on his back. "Does it really matter? I'm there. I'm here, with you." Phil smiled and in his mind felt the warm sun beat down on his skin. "I'm always here with you. Here to protect you. No matter what happens. Please believe that."

He didn't know when he heard her stop talking and fell asleep. It was the deepest sleep he had had in a while. His eyes softly opened and his head was in a different position. His head was in his hands and he looked down at the dark screen of his tablet computer. Phil had fallen asleep and had no idea what time it was. Momentary disorientation overtook him as he remembered his dream. Wait. Had it been a dream? The thoughts in his head swirled around as he desperately tried to remember the dream… the memories he had. His eyes widened as thoughts became clearer. He looked down to his half-way unbuttoned shirt. Had it been unbuttoned before? Coulson looked at his scar and gently touched it and found his skin to be moist. He pulled his fingers away from the scar and residue of oil on his fingers was shiny against the dim lights. His brow furled as he looked up and around the room. The clock was too blurry to make out.

The door to his office opened quickly. May leaned the upper half of her torso into the room. "Coulson."

He looked up to the door. "Melinda." He spoke in a daze, his thoughts becoming more coherent. "May."

She saw his disoriented expression and entered the room. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I…" He looked down and buttoned his shirt quickly.

"Tahiti flashbacks again?" May tilted her head to the left as she looked at him.

"It's a magical…" He stopped speaking as he noticed May's jumpsuit zipped far lower than it normally was. His memory of Tahiti rushed through his mind, with May giving him a massage. He smirked. "Place." He looked down at the zipper and back up at her face. "Good." May zipped up her jumpsuit. "Wheels up in 5."