Not Until We Are Lost

His eyes opened slowly to unfamiliar surroundings. Johnny's mind jolted when he realized that he wasn't in the place where he'd been when he'd fallen asleep. Training alone kept his body from making the same sudden movement. Which he was very glad of when he heard the soft breathing of another person. Looking down, Johnny noted Mary in the same exact place she'd been in his arms before he'd drifted off.

He took quick stock of what he could. It seemed to be another little cottage, though this one was ... it was weird somehow. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. His body felt fine, despite having slept on a couch, no kink in his neck or stiffness. There were bird noises coming in from outside, and sunlight (and warmth) as well. That, to him, meant no more snow. Johnny glanced around for a window to confirm, and indeed saw a green leafy branch swaying outside the glass.

"Hey, Mare." Johnny whispered the words and brushed hair out of her face. He kissed her gently on the top of her head, as well.

Whatever shift they'd undergone, whatever planet they were dumped on now, he had Mary. That was all that mattered to him at the moment.

The snow had been nice, and Sam might have slipped in a little puppy dog time while he was at it. It was a little silly, but who didn't need to be a little silly sometimes?

The sun felt strange on his skin. The warmth wanted attention as much as it began to lull him back to sleep. His arms tightened around the body near him, and his eyes widened to stare at the blond hair in his face. He was naked again, with some random woman?

He didn't move for a few moments; he did take that time to sniff. He also realized that he wasn't completely naked, just barely dressed. Pair of pants and some sleeveless shirt; the body he held seemed to be dressed as well. There was a soft laugh when he knew who he held in his arms.

"Betsy?" He hoped that it was her. He didn't have any reason to doubt his senses.