Michael looked over toward Kalinda, "morning." He looked back over, the city. Slowly his hands tightened on the rail, turning his knuckles white befor he relaxed his hands again letting the memory pass. "I've got a question." He looked back over to Kalinda, "what would you do if you never met me?" 

He turned around, leaning against the rail. Taking in Kalinda's appearance, she was still in his shirt and the shorts he had given her to wear for the night. He was wondering what her answer would be, to that exactly he had never gotten the courage to ask her before.