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YT lays down on the bed with considerable relief. It makes her hurt less, although it doesn't make her stop hurting entirely. Now that the adrenaline's draining away, taking her frantic energy with it, she feels like shutting her eyes and taking a hundred-year nap.

But she can't do that, time freeze or no. Max offered to help her and it wouldn't be fair to him. Besides, she left her plank somewhere in the Narcolumbian franchise and she's eager to get it back. Last but not least, she's afraid of chickening out if she puts this off for too long.

"So how does this work, anyway?" she asks Max. Not that she'll understand the answer or anything, probably.

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Max turns to kiss her back. He's chuckling as he turns to go. "I'll see you when I get back."

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"Good luck," YT says. "Make sure you get back in one piece or I'll be pissed." That's her usual way of saying she cares.

After Max is out the door, YT draws back the bedcovers and crawls under, squirming out of the towel as an afterthought and dropping it on the floor. She falls asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow and doesn't wake up for a while.