Susan lets Max take her hand and lead her upstairs as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes. Now that he's back home safe, bar graphs and pie charts are free to bounce around her head again, and she wonders what time she should wake up tomorrow so she can finally finish this damned report.

She climb into bed and Max asks, "Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story"

Susan smiles. "Sure."

She lifts the covers and Max climbs in, curling against her and tucking his head under her chin. Susan kisses his forehead and strokes his hair, and he begins, "There's a land far from here who needs a king..."