Greg had brought his knee up and shifted sideways in his seat to watch Lissianna sleep when her eyes suddenly opened. She blinked at him sleepily, then peered around to see that the movie was over, the credits rolling on screen, and the movie theater half-empty. Her head turned slowly back to Greg, and she asked, "Why didn't you wake me?"

"You needed your sleep," he said simply.

Her eyebrows rose. "So... what? You were just going to leave me sleeping?"

Greg shrugged. "Until one of those guys with a flashlight threw us out."

"Ushers," Lissianna informed him. "That's what those guys with flashlights are called."

"Oh." He shrugged again, not really caring what they were called. Greg was more concerned with her. "How do you feel?"

Lissianna sat a little straighter in her seat and avoided his eyes, as she said, "No worse."

The answer just made him frown. He wasn't fooled by her choice of words. "No worse, means no better either, doesn't it?"

She simply glanced around the emptying theatre, neither agreeing, nor denying it.

"You need blood," Greg stated the obvious. "You're starting to look pale even here in the dark."

"Yes, well, you needn't worry unless I start to actually glow in the dark," she said lightly. When his eyes widened in alarm, she quickly added "I'm joking, Greg."

"Oh," he murmured, then stood to follow when she got up and began to lead the way out of the row of seats, then up the aisle.

Greg took her arm, his gaze searching for and finding a clock over the ticket counters. He noted the time with relief. "It's four-fifteen. Can we call your friend now?"

"Yes."

"Neither of us has a cell phone, or change for a pay phone," he pointed out. "Can you put the whammy on someone and make them loan us their cell phone?"

"Yes, but I think I'll ask first," Lissianna murmured, and started across the theatre lobby.

Greg trailed after her, unsure where she was going until Lissianna stopped by a man just disconnecting and putting his cell phone away. He found his shoulders straightening and his chest puffing a bit as he noted the guy could have been a GQ model. He had short blond hair, blue blue eyes, and was built like someone who worked out, but not so much he would become muscle-bound.

He's probably gay, Greg thought to himself, and scowled when the guy smiled with interest at Lissianna as she stopped before him.

Greg was still far enough away that he didn't hear what she said as she asked to use his phone, but he saw the hes-itant look that crossed Mr. GQ's face. Cheap bastard, Greg thought with satisfaction.

"It's a local call and I'll be quick," he heard Lissianna assure Mr. GQ as he drew closer. "I just need to call a friend to pick me up."

"Yeah, okay," Mr. GQ didn't sound too enthusiastic, but he did dig the phone out of his pocket. He even managed a smile as he handed it over.

"Thank you very much." Lissianna took the phone. "I really appreciate this."

"Always happy to help a beautiful lady." the guy said lightly, apparently deciding to make the most of it now that he'd agreed.

Oh please, Greg thought irritably. He paused behind Lissianna and put his hand on her shoulder in a possessive move that even he was surprised at. His shame at this sign of jealousy was replaced by satisfaction when he saw the disappointment on GQ boy's face as he realized Lissianna wasn't alone.

Ignoring the man, Greg turned to peer at Lissiann