While Crais is gone, Bashir puts the food into the fridge, tidies up a little, and makes sure to put glasses of water and painkillers out on the bedside table. He fusses over his plant, turning it towards the sun, and thinking a bit too much.

Eventually, he returns to the sofa with the softest blanket he has and a book to read while he waits for Crais to return. There are empty glasses on the table and a bowl of grapes.