The doorbell rang. DawnFire set down her book and ran downstairs to answer the door, wondering if it was the package delivery guy who forgot to get her signature the last time she purchased a giant statue of Jack Harkness for her backyard (said statue was, naturally, naked).

To her surprise, however, when she opened the door she saw a lanky sandy-haired soldier on her doorstep with a cup of tea in his hands. He blinked at her from behind his glasses. She stared back.

After a moment, she said, "I thought you were being deployed, Desdendelle."

"I had to come back for you," he said. "I couldn't stand going off into battle without telling you goodbye."

"Or without your tea, evidently," she added, nodding at his teacup.

"Yeah," agreed Desdendelle.

"Care for a cuppa?" Dawn asked. There was a pause. "I mean, another cuppa, once you're done with --"

Desdendelle had stopped her mid-sentence with his hand against the side of her face. Dawn blinked again.

"Or that," she added. "I think the bed's still warm."

"Good," replied Desdendelle as Dawn led him over the threshold.