Shaundi lay in bed staring at the ceiling. She couldn't sleep. She kept thinking about what Michael had told her. She sighed and brought her hands up to her eyes.

"What the hell is happening?" she asked herself. She slammed her hands on the bed in frustration.

"Fuck this." she said as she got out of bed. She knew she wasn't going to get any sleep. Puting on her jumpsuit, she left the room and walked downstairs to the galley. She opened the fridge and bent over as she observed its contents.

"Couldn't sleep either huh?" asked The Boss. Shaundi jumped and turned around. The Boss was sitting at the dining table. He held up his hands.

"It's not Michael. Just in case you were wondering." he said the name Michael with disgust.

Shaundi closed the fridge and crossed her arms.

"Bad dreams?" asked The Boss.

"I didn't get to sleep long enough to even dream anything." said Shaundi. The Boss looked at her.

"You know what I miss?" he asked.

"What?' said Shaundi.

"Those soft serve ice creams from Freckle Bitch's." he replied. "Those were awesome. If I ever time jump to a time that has one, the first thing I'm going to do is get a large chocolate soft serve."

Shaundi smiled and shook the hair out of her face. She had forgot to put it up before coming downstairs.

"That guy is nothing like me." said The Boss after a brief silence. "He has my face, but he's not me."

Shaundi looked at the floor as he kept talking.

"He seems so...boring." said The Boss. "What happened to him? He's a total buzzkill."

Shaundi thought of what Michael had told her and began to pick at her fingernails. The Boss stood up from the table.

"I will tell you this though." he said walking up to Shaundi. "He's a damn good looking man."

Shaundi laughed as he gave her a wink before walking off back to his room. She opened the fridge again and looked around.

"There's never anything to eat in here." she said to herself. She closed the fridge and walked down the hall. She stopped outside of the wreck room doorway and peered in. Michael was laying on the couch with his jumpsuit unzipped. He had taken his arms out of the suit so that only the bottom half of his body was covered. She stood in the doorway staring at him.

He hadn't given her a chance to reply earlier, when he said he needed her. She didn't know what she would have said had he given her the chance to talk. His words were so unexpected. She took a few steps forward and observed him on the couch. She felt the urge to reach out and touch him. He seemed so perfect laying there.

"Do you normally watch people when they sleep?" asked Michael raising his arm.

"It's not a common occurrence, no." said Shaundi crossing her arms.

"I wasn't really sleeping anyway." said Michael. Michael sat up and looked behind him at the billiard table. "You want to play a game?"

"I don't know if your up to losing to a woman." said Shaundi.

"Well, let's find out." said Michael as he stood up. He walked over to the billiard table and put the billiard balls in a triangle formation. "You can break."

Shaundi grabbed a pool stick and lined up the white ball. Her hair fell down by her face and she blew a few strands away with her mouth. She took a few practice strokes before hitting it and breaking the triangle. Two striped balls went into the side pockets.

"Lucky shot." said Michael as he lined up his pool stick. Shaundi admired his physic as he tooke a few practice strokes before hitting the white ball and scratching.

"Shit." he said. "Give me a chance to warm up some. I'll get it."

"Mmmmhmmm. " said Shaundi as she lined up her shot and sunk two more balls. Michael lined up his shot and sunk a striped ball in one of the corner pockets.

"Nice one." said Shaundi. "You have the solids remember? I'm stripes."

"I felt like giving you a freebie." said Michael. The two continued to play until it was down to Shaundi's final shot. She lined up and missed.

"Oh, is the pressure getting to you?" asked Michael walking up behind her.

"I'm kicking your ass." said Shaundi. "You still have 5 more balls to sink."

"Alright, if I make this next shot." said Michael leaning against the pool stick. "You have to tell me how you knew my real name."

"Fine." said Shaundi. "Now hurry up and miss so I can win this and go to bed."

Michael lined up his shot. Without any practice strokes he hit his mark and made the shot. He put his hand up to his mouth and gasped in fake surprise.

"Spill." he said.

"The Boss told me." said Shaundi.

"Why did he tell you?"asked Michael. Shaundi looked at him and smiled. Michael sighed and lined up the next shot. He looked at Shaundi and hit the ball sinking another shot. Michael waited for her to answer him.

"He was drunk." said Shaundi leaning against her poolstick.

"Sounds about right." said Michael. "Alright, new question. Have you ever thought about us together?"

Shaundi stared at him. Michael sunk another shot with no problem.

"I'm starting to think that I'm being played." she said.

"I told you that I thought about it." said Michael. "Now, it's your turn."

"Yes." she said with stubborn breath of air. "I have thought about it."

"Did you enjoy the thought of us together?" he asked sinking another shot. Shaundi looked at him.

"Yes." she said.

"And when I say us, do you think of me? Or the Boss?" asked Michael. He lined up another shot and the ball bounced out of the pocket. Shaundi smiled and stepped over to the side of the table. She lined up her shot, met her mark, and won the game.

"Well." said Michael. "Looks like I lost."

"Goodnight." said Shaundi. "Don't be too bent out of shape about losing."

"I'll try hard not to." said Michael. "Goodnight Shaundi."