"That would be horrible." Betsy agreed about him holding onto some random blonde. She couldn't help the surge of jealousy that flared up at the mere thought of it. Strange. She hadn't felt jealous over anybody except her brother.
"I would remember if we'd fallen asleep like this." She promised, still keeping her eyes shut. It was obvious now that she wasn't dreaming, but she was very content where she was. "I fell asleep in a big bed covered in blankets. It was winter outside and I kept hearing this horrible singing."
Betsy's fingers found Sam's hand, and curled around them, locking them where they were. She was not at all ready to move.