There was a relatively new sensation Sam had started to experience. Partly in her chest, partly in her stomach. There seemed to be a certain correlation to when she felt it and when she saw Danny. Not enough data to draw any firm hypotheses, but she was pretty sure it was that rare and elusive thing that they called 'joy.'

She would have to run further tests.

"These are latkes," she said, scraping the last one out of the frying pan and dumping it on a plate. "It's a traditional treat you make on Hanukkah. Guess I was just feeling a little sentimental. You can have some if you like. Normally, they're served with applesauce, but we don't really have any."

She dumped the frying pan into the sink, satisfied by the hiss and roll of steam. When the rest of the world was completely upside down, at least she could rely on the laws of thermodynamics.

And whatever feeling it was that Danny was inspiring.