Indy gazed quietly at Freyr for a moment before she broke free of his embrace. He smiled when she teased him. He leaned against the kitchen counter and watched her as she wandered away into the shower. He picked up her bag from the floor and placed it on the counter near the jug of water. Indy was a perfectionist and liked everything to be neat and tidy; which carried over into his archaeology as he often spent hours brushing dust and sand and dirt from neolithic artefacts or classical pottery finds. 
 
“Things were a little strange today,” he replied to Freyr's question. “One of my students started hacking up blood during the lecture, then both of my clients cancelled claiming to be sick – John said one of them was coughing up blood too – then two ambulances were parked outside the university taking students away. I don't know what's going on.” The thought of Spanish Flu came in to his mind again. “How've you been today? Did you sell that house?”

He decided to change out of his tweed suit and into something cooler and more comfortable. He wandered into their bedroom and withdrew a simple white t-shirt which displayed his arms, and a pair of beige shorts. The heat was suddenly a lot more bearable. Wandering back to the kitchen he cupped his hands under the stream of cold water from the tap and splashed his face. He gasped as the cold water hit him and immediately felt more refreshed. As he dried his face with a kitchen towel he considered joining Freyr in the shower. She'd probably be done by now though, he told himself. He withdrew a book on neolithic Britain from his briefcase and collapsed onto the living room settee while he waited for Freyr.