Third Person's POV
Sam stirred awake when she felt a pair of lips kissing her forehead.
"Sorry, did I wake you?"
She shot her eyes open at hearing the familiar voice. The voice she missed so much. "Allen?" The face she missed so much. The person she missed so, so much. "Allen, is that really you?"
"Yes, hey, hey, don't get up, you're still--"
"I'm fine." Sam persisted and sat up. She stared at Allen and reached up to place a palm over his cheek. "Where have you been?"
"I've been sleeping at the office." Allen chuckled, embarrassed. "Silly, right?"
Sam just continued to stare at him and didn't say anything. Allen's smile faded as he began to worry. "Err... you're mad at me."
"No, I'm not dreaming, right? You're really here."
