The voice was far away and sounded concerned. The ocean swallowed him up as he gagged and jerked suddenly, a keyhole of light followed by a pattern of geometrical shapes displaying in his mind’s eye.

"What? Oh…yeah- what time is it?" he asked, realizing he had fallen asleep and Angie was calling out to him.

"It’s seven, and I thought you might be hungry. You have slept the entire afternoon," Angie said softly, touching his arm slightly.

"I did? Must have needed it, let me get up and get a shower. We can go get some dinner. I am hungry, actually," Rollie answered, still a bit disoriented with the residual narcotics wearing away. His eyes fluttered, as he saw nothing but darkness as usual.

"Good, I’m starved!" Angie replied, sitting down beside him as he sat up and yawned. She had put her arm around his shoulder and saw him smile slightly as he put his forehead close to hers and then bumped into her, seeking her lips almost clumsily as she grabbed both sides of his face and then responded, giggling within the kiss.

"What do you call that?" Rollie asked, stopping as she got up, pulling on his arm.

"That would be, I thought of something funny while I was kissing you," she replied as he let her lead him into the bathroom.

"What was that?" he asked as he heard her lift the toilet seat.

"Oh, just that you reminded me of your son, there- sorta rooting around for something to latch onto…." She replied, thinking of his kissing and then warned him, "okay, more to six o’clock, Rol. Yep, you got it and now- 45 degrees down."

He could hear her turning on the shower as he relieved himself. As he began to undo his shirt and take off his jeans, he smiled;

"You’re like my missile fire control technician, eh?" Rollie said, completely undressed and waiting for her to direct her to the shower.

"Hmmm, yeah- I’ve getting good at aiming those missile shots, huh?" she replied, chuckling.

"If someone had told me you would be directing me on how to take a leak two years ago, I would have gotten seriously drunk after I had laughed myself silly," he said as she pulled on his arm, leading him forward.

"It’s pretty weird, isn’t it? Being married?" she said, and then giggled, "you really get to know more than you ever wanted to know," she added.

"I’d like to get to know you again," Rollie said, softly as he passed her and walked into the shower. He let the warm spray of water hit his face as he walked underneath the nozzle and soaked his head.

"You’re feeling better, aren’t you?" he heard her say, surprised to hear her voice behind him.

"Yeah, had a dream…Mangela was there and I could see such beautiful color!" he began and jumped slightly as he felt her nakedness behind him.

"Oh, not fair! You startled me!" Rollie said as he felt her arms around his waist and then felt her soaping his back.

"You said, you’d like to ‘know’ me again," she replied, her voice low and soft.

He turned around and reached over, touching her shoulders, tracing the outline of the well-defined muscles into her neck as he bent over, kissing her, surprised to find her mouth so receptive, so sensually willing.

He broke away from her, aroused and worried at the same time; "But your incision…you must be still too sore and in pain…" he said, protesting as he felt her hand touch his.

Gently, she pulled it down so that he could feel her lower abdomen. His fingers touched the slightly raised line of scar tissue that ran from one side of her hipbone to the other like the top of a bikini. It was soft to touch but healed. He swirled his hand across her abdomen, feeling the slight, former swell of pregnancy. He smiled as she never responded in words, just in touch.

He shut the water off behind him, almost without effort as he felt for the knobs behind him. Feeling over the top of the shower rod, he grabbed the large, oversized towel he knew was there, and wrapped it around them as they stood dripping and clutched together.

Very slowly and with great restraint on his part, he made love to her- gently as the feel of her was the most wondrous sensation that his sightless mind had held. Sex was usually such a visual experience to him but now- not seeing Angie, but feeling, probing, and ultimately hearing her response to his touch…it was an experience he would never have been able to imagine when he had been able to see. His other senses were so heightened, on an escalating edge, that he found it hard to hold himself back but he wanted her to be fulfilled before he let himself have that pleasure…

Angie’s relaxation and audible answer to his need to please her, sent him crashing then into the waves of the blue-green ocean from his dreaming. He could see and feel such a resounding stir of being alive as he finally came back to reality and kissed the wet cheeks of his wife beneath him, finally settling on her lips.

"Oh Angie, did I hurt you?" he cried out, rolling off her instantly as he was now fully aware she was trembling.

"No, just a little pull, no- not that, it’s just that- Oh God, Rollie! I didn't realize how much I missed you!"

He was cursing himself, thinking she was lying so that she didn't hurt his feelings. He should never have pursued this. It was too soon, what a selfish, unfeeling bastard he was!

"I’m so sorry, Ange…I should never have pushed you into this…"

"What? Who pushed who? Get real, Tyler- I was the one who pushed you!"

They both laughed then, warmheartedly, as brown, slightly damp curls intermingled with soft, long strands of gold. They lay on the rumpled bedsheets for some time, fully relaxed.

"God, I’m really hungry now!" Angie voiced, sitting up and groaned slightly as she got up to her feet, grabbing the towel on the floor beside the bed.

"What? You in pain?" Rollie asked, trying to sit up himself.

"Not exactly- just covered in milk…I have to take another shower, and you might as get in too, you’ve been doused as well!"

"Feeding time…wonder how Luce is holding up with Aidan?" Rollie asked, as Angie bit her lip, missing her little son mightily at this moment.

Lucinda Scott had been pacing in the loft all morning. Tony Alvarez had gone over to a pre-shoot story-board meeting to get the last minute go on the gag sheets that Angie had done before she left. She had time and an arsenal of opportunity right in front of her and still, she couldn’t make up her mind. Each time she thought of a clever way to trip Tony up and reveal his motives- she would shake her head and decide it was too mean or possibly criminally negligent. She wished Rollie was there right then, to help her scheme and plan.

Luce loved Aidan! If only Rollie would come back, his eyesight restored and see his beautiful son! He was really a breeze to care for, once Tony wasn’t hovering over her like a clucking, mother hen. Aidan took Angie’s warmed breast milk from the bottle greedily and slept like a log. It almost made her want to get one of these little packages but…

Don’t even go there! She warned herself as she looked over at the stuffed toy next to the security monitor on Rollie’s workbench. She grabbed the soft, plush toy and held it against herself as she thought about her past, Rick and then Michael.

She shook her head and chuckled, no way- offspring from either of them would have turned out to be homicidal axe murderers! She caught her own image on the camera holding the stuffed toy and looking incredibly pathetic; "You have to get yourself a man!" she said out loud, throwing the toy at the screen.

Immediately, a startling image popped up in her mind; "Now why hadn’t she thought of that in the beginning? It would be perfect! She busily began her plan of action as Aidan slept soundly in his day crib.

"I can feel Mangela. He’s heard my call!" Rollie told Angie after dinner as they walked in the central plaza of old Bonn, a very quaint and beautifully restored section of the city.

"I hope he can help Rol, but I also think you should check out some of those psychiatrists on that list that Eckmiller gave you," Angie remarked, shivering slightly as Rollie felt her against him and pulled off his jacket, draping her shoulders with it.

Angie smiled at his thoughtfulness, holding her arm through his as she led him slowly around. His mood had been so different since waking up from the nap that afternoon. She hoped it would last through their final day in Bonn.

In the back of his mind, Rollie Tyler was scared at the thought of being blind forever but in the front of his mind; the creative part of it; he was launching a thousand ideas forward and he smiled at some of the possibilities.

Neither of them noticed the man clinging to the shadows of nearby store alcoves, following behind them at a secured distance. Neither of them could see or feel what was coming….