"Oh, my God, Jeff, you're just gonna hand me off to a cop, aren't you?" Kate asked, crossing her arms and giving him the dirtiest look she could muster, which was difficult when everything still felt a little like it was moving and pulsing. There was a light near the door and she looked at it, over Danny's shoulder, trying to decided if it was really there or if she was making it up.

"I didn't take anything," she told him, which was true. "I just had some punch." And some baked goods and then another few cups of punch, but she technically hadn't taken anything.