[It's obvious that he wants to please her. No, more than that. He wants to impress her. And she's perfectly impressed with the fact he cares about her enough to nearly kill himself in order to bring her back to life. A declaration telling him so sits on the edge of her tongue, but she swallows it down before the thought can be heard out in the open. He's smiling too much and is too excited for her to bring him down now.

Her arms stay wrapped around him, glad to be pressed in close. They're both warm now, but she still greedily soaks up all the body heat she can from him. There's still a slight chill in her bones that hasn't gone away entirely.]

California, really? [It's easy for her to sound amazed by the idea, because she honestly is.] I've always wanted to go. We could see the beach! And the really tall trees!

[At least she thinks the Redwoods are in California. She's not too sure right now, and it's really the least of her concerns at the moment. All she's worried about is his arm, and the fact that she shouldn't technically even exist. What are they going to do for her identity?

Chrissy Cunningham is dead. It looks like she's been reborn as Chrissy Munson, because his name is what she latches onto as an attempt to form some kind of new identity for herself.]

It's just, I'm a little on edge after...everything. [And she's sure he has to be too.] Maybe we can just head out and see where we end up?

[He's right. They can make all new memories now, just the two of them. There isn't any need to worry about who she is and who she's supposed to be. He'll take care of her. He's proven that much tonight.]

As long as it's safe and we're together, I don't care where we go first.