Mikael stared steadily at the extended hand.
"If we dance, will you explain what is going on?"
"Of course." Larkin smiled.
Mikael blushed as he took Larkin's hand into his own.
*
As they stepped onto the dance floor, a soft classical melody filled the room.
The two proceeded to dance.
Suddenly, both men's appearances changed. The two looked as they did back in their days as members of The Organization.
"You look..." Mikael began, his eyes twinkling.
Just as they spun, he noticed his physical changes in a reflection as well.
"So," Larkin cleared his throat.
"I'm sure you have a lot of questions..." He chuckled.
"Yes, well, will you answer them, or will you proceed to dodge them?"
"Ouch!" Larkin let out a hardy laugh.
"I suppose I deserved that, huh?"
"Mm." Mikael nodded unenthusiastically.
"First," Mikael paused.
"Am I dead?"
Larkin looked at him as they spun.
"Nope," he began.
"This is only a dream." He smiled almost sadly.