He hummed his agreement - here really wasn't so bad, even filled with memories he couldn't quite grasp. He still thought that his best chance of getting them back was to stay here, and he sure as hell wasn't going anywhere without Summer.

Maybe they were the only ones dancing, but he didn't care - and he was glad she didn't seem to, either. "I'm glad," he murmured, "because it's a lot of fun with you." They'd gone dancing a couple of times, on dates, and while he wasn't exactly the best dancer in the world (not only because he hadn't known the steps at first), his body had seemed to remember most of the movements and he got markedly better with time. And Summer had been patient, not laughing at him too much. "I hope I've improved enough not to embarrass you."