She still is touching him, even though they're sitting at the counter of some diner, her foot is touching his, her arm is against his. One of the waitresses wonders how long they've been together. They eat breakfast, and she tells him how much she missed food, she alarms one of the waitresses when they see her take a long drink of steaming coffee. They don't say anything to them of course, not when he's already paid with a one hundred dollar bill.
"Do you have the address for Caroline's apartment?" She asks and he nods as before she takes a sip of coffee.
"I missed caffeine and coffee! I missed hot coffee and bread and pancakes! I missed pancakes." She tells him and one of the waitresses moves to refill her coffee.
"Where were you that you couldn't have coffee?" The waitress can't help but asking.
"A coma." Elena says, and the other woman's eyes widen.
"Wow. You don't hear that every day." The waitress says.
"No, you don't." Elena says.
"I never would have guessed." The waitress assures her, and Elena thanks her. They're done with breakfast and leaves. They need to go the hospital and get anything left in her room, then they'll take it to the apartment, and pack. Cars look odd to her now, but she gets in the passenger seat again, and takes a deep breath. Steps.