[M4F] A stupid fever, a night of caretaking and… your ex? [Sick Comfort] [Sick Listener] [Banter] [Slow Burn] [Caretaking] [Exes to Lovers] [Protective] [Sweet] [SFW]
I couldn't leave these two without a confession, so I made a sequel 🥰
Summary:
Your fever takes a turn for the worse, and when you stop answering his texts, your ex shows up at your door. He stays to take care of you, but between all the banter, the memories, and a late-night trip for some fresh air, it gets harder for either of you to pretend the feelings are gone.
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- This is a sequel to A stupid cold, a late-night store run and… your ex?
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[SFX: Knock on door.]
(Pause)
[SFX: Knock on door, more insistent.]
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(Voice muffled behind door) Hi, it’s me. You haven’t answered any of my texts since last night. I just want to make sure you’re alright.
[SFX: Door creaks open.]
Hey— (Mumbling) Aww, shit. You got worse, huh?
(Taking charge, serious but not panicked) Alright, you look like you’re about to pass out. Come on. Let me help you to the couch.
(Muttering) Jesus Christ, you’re so hot I could fry an egg on your forehead. Here. Lie down.
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(Distracted) What? No, we’re not gonna fry eggs on your forehead. It’s just an expression. Hold on, let me move this pillow out of your way.
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(Chuckles) I know you like eggs. (Low, worried) I also know your fever must be really high. You always get all… drunk when that happens. (Teasing) Unless you had a party and didn’t invite me?
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(Soothing) I know, I know. I’m just messing with you. Where’s your thermometer?
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No, we’re not gonna— forget the eggs for a second. We’re looking for the thermometer. Any idea where it could be?
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(Searching) Alright… Coffee table...
(Taking in the sight of the apartment) Wow. Um. Not to judge you while you’re down or anything, but… man. Your place is a mess.
What’s with all the stacks of papers everywhere?
[SFX: Rifling through paper.]
Oh, right… Thesis research— Wait, what are you doing? (Gentle) No, no, lie back down.
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You are not cleaning up right now. Come on. You can barely stand, dummy. It’s okay, I’ll find the thermometer. I bet it’s under that pile of tissues.
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You know it takes a lot more than that to gross me out. I have personally carried a bucket labeled “miscellaneous squid parts.” And I may or may not have spilled it all over myself. So your tissues are not winning this competition.
I’ll just toss them in that bin. (Beat) Done. And just as I suspected, there’s the thermometer. (Mumbling, proud) I really am Sherlock Holmes, aren’t I?
Alright, open up.
[SFX: Thermometer start beep.]
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Uh-huh. No talking. Close your mouth. That’s it.
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(Amused, half-whispered) Hey, hey. I said shush.
(Small silence)
(Sigh, quiet) This cold got you real good, huh? You should have told me. I would have come over earlier, and maybe you wouldn’t have gotten so much worse.
[SFX: Thermometer beeps.]
Alright, let’s see how bad this is.
(Serious) Shit. Yeah, you’re really not okay... When is the last time you took something?
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What do you mean?
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So you haven’t taken anything today? (Sigh) See what I mean when I say you suck at taking care of yourself? (Beat, softer) Did you run out of medicine?
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Ah. Alright. And I’m guessing you were too exhausted to figure out where it went. Where were you sitting when you dropped it?
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Okay.
(Grunting while getting down on the floor) Let me find it… (Pause) Ah! There it is. All the way under the couch. (Grunting) Hold on… Got it.
[SFX: Pill bottle noises as he retrieves it.]
Here we go… (Beat) Wait. If you were too sick to pick up a bottle of cold medicine… did you even eat today?
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Oh my god. No wonder you almost passed out when you opened the door. (Frustrated) Seriously! How did you even survive when you got sick these past three years?
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Well… good thing I happen to be around right now.
(Low) Although… if this is really the first time you’ve gotten the flu since we broke up, that’s kind of impressive. You must be doing something right.
Okay. Well. You shouldn’t take meds on an empty stomach. I brought you some soup from the deli, it’s—
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You want eggs? Really?
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(Laughs) Alright, alright. Sorry I incepted eggs into your brain. If that’s what you really want, that’s what you’ll get. I don’t care, as long as you eat.
And drink. Here.
[SFX: Grab water bottle, uncap.]
Get some electrolytes in you while I cook. I want this bottle empty by the time I’m done. You’re probably more dehydrated than a raisin in the desert.
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(A bit louder, talking from the kitchen) You want raisins? No. Absolutely not. You hate raisins.
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(Laughs) Nope. I’m ignoring that request. That’s the fever talking.
[SFX: Opening fridge.]
Alright, what do we have in here… Of course it’s almost empty.
Let’s see. Milk. Ketchup. A worrying number of hot sauces. A bag of rotting carrots. Energy drinks... You better not have touched those. Oh, you’ve still got some of that chicken left. Please tell me you didn’t eat the Lipton soup without it.
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Good.
Ah, there we go. Eggs. And they're not expired! Amazing.
[SFX: While talking – carton of eggs on counter, pan on stove, a few moments to heat up, two or three eggs cracking, eggs sizzling in pan]
Remember when we used to make Egg McMuffins at two in the morning during finals? Wish I’d brought stuff to make you some. I kind of forgot about that until now.
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Yeah, they did taste better than the ones at McDonald’s. I haven’t bought any from them since then. (Mumbling, softer) Haven’t made any at all since we broke up, actually.
Bless you! (Beat) Wait, what’s that in your hand? Is that a roll of toilet paper?
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(Groan) Dude, you’re killing your poor nose. Hold on… I figured you might have run out, so I got you a couple boxes of tissues.
[SFX: Eggs still sizzling, rummaging through a plastic bag.]
Here, catch. (Beat) Actually, nevermind.
(While walking to couch) You have the coordination of a drunken frat boy right now. I’m not risking taking out one of your eyes. They might be the only parts of you still working properly at the moment.
(Close, more quiet now that he’s near) No— stop using that toilet paper. Here. Be nice to your nose. You owe it a lot.
(Walks back to kitchen, louder again) (Sarcastic) Oh, I don’t know. It only handles minor things like breathing, smelling… and basically tasting everything.
Yeah, it’s a real thing. Taste is actually 80% smell.
Well, no, obviously it’s not doing a great job of any of that right now. But it’s trying its best, considering how badly you’re treating it.
(Amused) Bless you, again.
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(Mock-offended) I didn’t piss off your nose, YOU did! How dare you blame this on me? You’re literally making no sense right now.
[SFX: Spatula in pan, sizzling ends.]
(Walks back to couch, normal volume from now on) Here you go. Eggs for the cute but very sick weirdo.
(Pause)
Is it good?
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Perfect.
Oh, you’ve got the turtle stuffy with you! I’m glad it kept you company.
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All done? (Concerned) You only ate half of it.
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(Soft) Yeah, I get that. I never feel like eating when I have a fever. (Beat) Alright, let’s get some medicine in you, and we’ll try more food later.
[SFX: Plate on coffee table, pills shaken out of bottle]
(Quiet) Hey, don’t fall asleep on me yet. Here. Take these.
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(Gentle) I know you’re tired. You can sleep after you swallow them. Come on.
There you go.
[SFX: Glass and bottle of pills on coffee table]
(Half-whispering) Okay. You should sleep in your bed instead of the couch. You’ll be more comfortable.
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Why not?
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Ah. Yeah, that’ll be the fever sweats. Do you have any spare sheets?
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Okay, that’s fine. Couch for now. Lay back down. There you go. (Beat) Here’s the turtle. Maybe it’ll keep the fever dreams away.
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(Soothing, low) I know, I know. You feel like shit right now. Don’t worry, the medicine will kick in soon and you’ll feel better. Just sleep it off for now, alright? You’re gonna be okay.
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No. There’s no way I’m leaving you like this. I’m not going anywhere until your fever breaks.
(Whispered) Don’t worry. Close your eyes. That’s it.
[FADE OUT]
[FADE IN]
(Quiet) Oh, you’re awake. Hi.
How are you feeling?
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Good. You do look better. Let me see…
[SFX: Hand on forehead]
Hmm. (Relieved) Yeah, you’re much less warm. That’s very good.
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Oh, that? Yeah, I cleaned up a bit while you were sleeping. You were out like a rock. Didn’t hear a thing, somehow. (Amused) Not gonna lie, I had to check if you were still breathing a few times…
(Scoffs) I’m kidding. Mostly.
Oh, I also washed your sheets. Your bed is all fresh and clean now.
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(Quiet, soft) It’s nothing. I’m always happy to help you.
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Oh, good idea. A change of clothes will probably make you feel better.
Heeey, look at you! Walking around like you’re not on the brink of death!
[SFX: Drawers open and close from far away.]
Need help?
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(Awkward) Oh no— I meant… to pick out something. I wasn’t… offering to help you get naked… I… Jesus.
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(Groans) Very funny. Guess you’re definitely feeling better. I almost had time to miss the snark.
[SFX: Bathroom door closes]
(Louder, from the living room) Are you hungry? I can reheat that soup I brought. Or make you more eggs, if you want.
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Alright. But you’ll have to eat something soon.
[SFX: Bathroom door opens]
(Smiling) There you are. Looking a lot more alive.
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You did? (Laughs) I didn’t notice. You don’t need to put on mascara when you’re sick.
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(Quiet) You’re always pretty. No exceptions.
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What? No, we’re not going on an “adventure”. Unless by “adventure,” you mean watching a movie under a blanket.
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Dude, you were nearly passing out three hours ago. It didn’t magically go away. You’re just getting a break because of the medicine.
Come sit down.
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Look, I know being cooped up in here for days is driving you crazy, but you need rest.
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Uuuugh. Alright, fine. Fresh air might actually help…
BUT! But… Not more than one hour, I’m picking where we’re going, and you’re eating something before we leave.
… And if you get dizzy, too cold, too tired, too… anything, we come straight back. Deal?
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Also you gotta dress warmer than that.
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My hoodie? The one you left the store with the other night?
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Oh yeah. I washed it with the sheets. I found it on the floor while I was cleaning up.
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(Amused) Wait, why are you disappointed?
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(Quiet, touched) Oh. Umm… Yeah, it won’t smell like me anymore.
You can have the one I’m wearing now.
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Okay.
[SFX: Removing hoodie]
Here.
[SFX: Putting hoodie on listener]
(Half-whisper) All cozy and warm now.
(Amused) Wait, you can’t even smell right now. Why did it matter?
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(Small laugh) If you say so.
Alright, let’s get you something to eat, and then we’ll go.
[FADE OUT]
[FADE IN]
[SFX: Nighttime outdoor aquarium ambiance – crickets, gentle bubbling water, soft motors rumbling.]
[SFX: Two sets of footsteps on cement.]
Don’t get impatient, it’s right around the corner!
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Trust me. There’s a reason I brought you here.
(Still walking)
(Excited) There. Look at this.
[SFX: Footsteps stop.]
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Right?? It’s my favorite exhibit in the whole aquarium.
(Nerding out) The habitat itself is inside the building, but they built this huge viewing panel into the exterior wall. So you can stand out here in the courtyard and look straight into the tank.
(Awed) I mean, look at the size of this thing. Thirty feet wide, twenty-two feet tall, six inches of acrylic. Half a million gallons of water pressing against one window. Insane, right?
And there are over three thousand fish in there... Leopard sharks, eagle rays. Look, there’s a blue-spotted stingray right there! And that’s not even counting all the coral species.
(Sheepish) Sorry. I know. I’m nerding out way too hard right now. But come on. A whole reef behind one pane of acrylic? That’s crazy.
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(Contemplative) It is mesmerizing, isn’t it?
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Yeah, well. (Teasing) I almost took you clubbing, but I figured you might want something a little more peaceful in your state.
Speaking of. You should sit down. There’s a bench right behind us.
[SFX: A few footsteps to the bench]
Still feeling okay?
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Good.
I wish I could show you Hugh Grant, but he’s inside, and I’m not getting fired for an octopus tonight. The courtyard’s fine, though. I’m allowed out here after hours.
I’ll definitely bring you back for the whole tour. Actually, Hugh Grant is getting a girlfriend soon! She’s supposed to arrive this week. We’ve been trying to find her a name.
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Julia Roberts? …Why? Oooh, right! (Small laughs) Because of Notting Hill.
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(Quiet, tender) Yeah, of course I remember. We watched it the first night we kissed.
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(Disbelieving) What? No, it wasn’t at your place. It was at Sam’s place. Remember?
He threw this huge party, and half the campus showed up. It was impossible to walk around. You got tired of getting elbowed and shoved by everyone, so you went outside to get some air.
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Yeah, that’s it. It was freezing out, so I came to check on you.
(Muttering, small laugh) Guess I do that a lot. I didn’t want you standing out there shivering, so I sneaked you into Sam’s bedroom.
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(Reminiscing) Yeah. We ended up talking all night.
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No, it started because you told me your comfort movie was Notting Hill, and I had never seen it. So you forced me to watch it on your phone.
God… I was already so into you back then.
Sitting that close to you, pretending to watch that tiny screen… I don’t think I heard a word of the movie. I was just trying not to make it obvious that I was completely losing my mind over you.
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Yep. Then we got into an argument about the movie.
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I still stand by that! It is overrated.
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I know I didn’t pay attention back then, but I’ve watched it a million times since because of you. So I’m actually qualified to say this now: I was right.
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It’s not bad, but the plot is all over the place, and everyone takes about five years to say what they mean.
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(Laughing) You got mad back then too.
(Quiet) And then you randomly kissed me. In the middle of the argument.
And that was the start of it all.
(Pause, both lost in the memory)
(Clears throat) I can’t believe you forgot it was at Sam’s place.
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(Chuckle) Sure, blame it on the flu.
(Small silence while they stare at the aquarium)
(Hesitating) Isn’t it crazy… how sometimes you don’t realize how much something means to you until you give it up?
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No, I just... I don’t know. It’s just a thought.
(Short pause)
Like… there was this hoodie I really loved.
It was soft… and warm. And somehow it always smelled nice. Whenever I had a rough day, I’d put it on, and I would instantly feel better.
But then I couldn’t take it with me to New Zealand. I was already overpacked, and I figured it would be too hot to wear anyway. So I left it behind.
And as soon as I took off, I knew I’d made a mistake.
But it was too late to turn back. I mean, I wasn’t gonna ask the pilot to turn the plane around because I forgot my favorite hoodie, you know?
I told myself, “This is a new chapter in my life. I’m going to be a mature adult, and I’m going to learn to let go.”
But I missed it. The whole time.
I tried to find another hoodie, but nothing ever felt… right. Nothing was as warm. Nothing fit the same, or felt like it was made for me.
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(Laughs softly) No, I’m not talking about the hoodie you just stole from me.
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(Softer) Yeah.
I’m not talking about hoodies at all.
(Breathes in) When I saw you in the store the other night… it felt like coming home.
For real this time.
I realized I’d tried so hard to forget you and move on, but I couldn’t.
I know I’m responsible for our breakup. And I’m sorry for hurting you. I’ll always be sorry for that. But I don’t think I can honestly say that I regret going, because I needed to do it. It made me grow up, and become a better person.
(Sigh, hesitating) Listen, I know this is a terrible time to say all of this, because you’re sick, and feverish, and probably half-listening to what I’m even saying…
But… I still love you.
I’m not asking you to answer me right now. I just… I need you to know that if there’s any part of you that still wants me, I would love another chance.
(Concerned) Wait, no— don’t take off the hoodie. You’re gonna be cold.
Stop, I didn’t tell you all of this so that you would give me back the freaking hoodie.
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(Hurt, sad) You… don’t want it anymore?
(Beat) Okay. Yeah. I understand. (Broken, but still concerned) Wait… at least put it back on until I drive you home, you can’t—
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Huh? I… of course I can hold you instead.
[SFX: Soft fabric rustle. Speaker rubs listener’s arms to keep them warm.]
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(Small, broken laugh) What did you just say? I’m your favorite hoodie?
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(Soft, emotional) That’s the stupidest, sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.
(Low, quiet) Come here.
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I don’t care about getting sick. I’ve spent three years wishing I could kiss you again. I’ll take my chances.
[SFX: Kiss]
(In between kisses) Mm… hold on. (Breathless) Wait, wait… Hold still for a second, let me just...
(Lips pressed to forehead, half-whispered) Hmm… thought so. (Concerned) You’re burning up again.
(Soft) Yeah. I know. I want to keep kissing you too. Very very badly. But you’re shivering, and your fever’s climbing, and I am trying very hard to be the responsible one here.
(Taking charge) Come on, put the hoodie back on. While I appreciate the joke, and the absolute heartbreak you just put me through, it’s not worth getting sicker.
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(Laughs) Yeah, I guess we’re even now.
Let’s get you home and back to bed.
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(Mock sigh, teasing) Sure, we can watch Notting Hill for the 200th time.
(Softer) And I’ll pick up a few things on the way home to make you Egg McMuffins in the morning.
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Of course I’m spending the night, silly.
I’ve learned my lesson.
I’m not going anywhere.
Come on.
[SFX: Two sets of footsteps on cement for a good 10 seconds to fade out nicely.]
[Slow fade out]