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"Looks who's back on Earth," Morgan said when Melvin opened his eyes. Morgan and Bridget were still in their seats. How long had he been out? Just a few seconds, he guessed. He shook his head and stretched.; he felt like a million bucks! All of his exhaustion had dissipated.

"How do you feel?" Bridget asked, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"I feel... great," Melvin said. He smiled at both of them.

"Excellent, so now you're all prepped for your date tonight. Might make your decision a little easier once you ride the Courtney train," Morgan said and then pretended to pull an invisible chain and made a tooting sound with her mouth. Melvin frowned.

"Just one problem, she's sick. The waitress at the restaurant told me," he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He picked his glasses off the table and slid them on.

"Is she sick? Or did she call in sick so she had all day to get ready for her big date? Did you try calling her, smart guy?" the witch said. Melvin thought that Morgan's looked a little more frayed than before he'd passed out. He shook his head.

"No, I... I'm an idiot," he said, slapping a palm against his head. He knew he should have called her instead of just assuming that he was a loser. Old habits died hard, he guessed.

"I'll second that," Morgan said with a wink. "Call her."

"Yeah, call her," Bridget added, but she looked a little sad as she said it.@@