"Pretty sure, unless there's something Grissom hasn't been telling me." Beat. "Then again, that wouldn't be unusual."

"I don't know why we were worried," Grissom says dryly, bringing a cup of water over to her.

"Right."

"I beg your pardon," a nurse says, lingering at the door. "Visiting hours will be over in five minutes, and Ms. Sidle needs her rest."

Sara sighs, looking away. "Warn the night staff to be prepared for nightmares."