"Lecke, wha--" Her voice was full of confusion, her expression too as he pulled away from her then knocked her out of the way as he hastily pulled his body up into what was almost a fetal position, knocking over glass of champagne.

She jumped, almost up but more to her knees her face full of alarm, hands moving to his arms as they covered his head. It hit her then that the fireworks had to sound like explosions. And she was reminded of a few of the patients of the hospitals that were sensitive to certain sounds, it would trigger memories and that was all she could think that this was. "Robert," she said his first name in a soft but urgent voice. "It's okay, Bob. It's okay. It's just fireworks. You're safe, you're safe."