Racing to find a place for my soul ... Or at least a place that's less familiar

Phoebe was slow to wake up and immediately wished she hadn't as her head felt like there was an entire marching band in there. She closed her eyes again, and started sinking back into the warmth she was feeling in the bed with her. There was an arm draped around her holding her close and she smiled as she placed her hand over the arm...

...and then she froze.

There should not be an arm in bed with her. Cole was gone and...

She turned her head to look at who was sleeping next to her and gasped.

Anders?!

Oh this was... oh... oh!

She didn't need to look under the covers to verify that they were both quite lacking in having anything on at all.

She closed her eyes and opened them again.

Nope. Still in bed with her friend.

She was confused.

What had happened last night? First there had been the Memorial Service which had been beautful, but it had served to remind her that Cole was gone and not coming back. And then, as promised, Anders had come to see her and had brought the Ambrosia and black space evil...

Oh dear god! They had...

Oh wow...

This... this was...

There were no words right now.


[[OOC: That Phoebe and Anders woke up together is okay for broadcast. That Phoebe is hearing Cole's voice? Not so much.]]