Pestilence couldn't beleive his good luck. Now he really *knew* it was a good dream. "No point in hesitating, darling," he said, pulling her to him, his lips hovering near hers. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, the soft curve of her breasts flush against him. She felt so small in his arms, and so familiar.

"Would you like a drink, first? Or shall we away? Its starting to get very loud in here." And it was, coughing and sneezing filled the air, as did wheezing and nose blowing.

"My place isn't far, and I have some rather nice wine."