Her optimism was contagious, and even as she spoke Desmond felt himself smiling a little wider and feeling a little more optimistic. "Yeah, all the sleepers... that was unsettling," he admitted. He'd sat up at the hospital with some to give Henry a break. Nothing had happened, but he knew it couldn't be right. "But it sounds like things are looking up again. I take it Mexico was a good trip?" he asked.
"Cuba? No, I'd never been to Cuba before. Skipped about a week of it, but I think I've had about enough of beaches and islands to last me a lifetime anyway."