One of Jessica's greatest (though very least attractive) talents is her ability to snore like a chainsaw attached to a lumberjack when she's utterly and completely exhausted, when she's utterly and otherwise completely schockered, and when she's sick. She had learned years ago to sleep on her stomach or her side, and this night had been no exception. Sam will find her with her face mostly buried between his shoulder and the pillow with her hand resting on his chest.

It's his attempt to move that rousts her, and her head (complete with some very exciting sleep-styled hair) pops up as she breathes in her wakefulness, worried that she'd hurt him somehow in the night.

Jess peers at him through blurry sleep-vision. "Sam? You okay?"