Flashes of vision flew before his eyes. As if going around on a carousel, nausea threatened him. Slowly, the scene before him slowed.

Suddenly, his view changed. Standing alone in a field, he shivered. Clinging to himself, clawing at his thin, Flash tee, he shivered again. The overcast sky, coupled with the thin mist, filled him with apprehension.

A figure appeared. Hazy, the view was distorted by the fog. The figure was running towards him. He squinted at them. They were heading towards him at breakneck speed. Fear started to ice over his heart. Involuntarily, he took a few steps back. He made to turn away and run, but a voice stopped him.

"Sheldon!" Etherial, it rooted him to the spot. It sounded again. "Sheldon!"

The familiarity of the voice irked him. He squinted at the figure again. A flash of blonde hair, and a quick hint of green eyes completed the picture for him.


"Sheldon! Help!"

Penny was mere feet from him, when she left the ground. She flew through the air and collided with him. Sheldon fell back, forcefully hitting the hard ground. Penny's weight pinned him to the ground. The look of fear on her face seeped into him, through his blue eyes. She looked around, before looking at him.

Suddenly, her face morphed. She became heavier, the new weight constricting his breathing. Her warm body, slowly became colder. Her hair became danker, and dirtier. Flesh started to drip from her face, like wax from a burning candle. The new sight above him, stopped his breathing more effectively then the weight ever could. Slowly, it lowered it's face towards his, mouth open. He could smell the dank smell of rotten flesh. The teeth were pried apart by the last remnants of it's last meal.


Sheldon's eyes snapped open. Greeted by the sight of his ceiling, his breathing was heavy. He sat up, and looked down at himself. His pajamas clung to his wet body. He pulled the covers off him, and got out of bed. A wet patch in the shape of his body was outlined on the bed. He sighed, and padded out of the room. He tiptoed into the bathroom. He locked the door, and peeled his moist clothes off. He switched on the shower, and straightened his towel. He climbed in and let the water run over his body. The scalding water seemed to reassure him. He sighed contentedly, and grabbed the soap and sponge. He scrubbed his body, and let the water clear away the suds. Switching it off he climbed out of the shower. He grabbed the towel, and proceeded to dry himself. He stepped over to the sink and mirror, and wiped away the condensation. He screamed at the sight of a rotting corpse in front of him.


He panted, his eyes wide. His clothes stuck to him slightly. His brow was covered in a thin layer of sweat. He wiped it away and rubbed the film of liquid onto his pajama leg. He got out of bed, and padded through to the bathroom. He could tell by the sunlight threatening to stream into the room, it was early morning. He padded into the bathroom, his breathing still a little uneven. He lifted the toilet lid, and positioned himself.

"That's the last time I watch a zombie movie before bed," he muttered. "And shake once for Texas."

After washing and drying his hands, he examined himself in the mirror. His hair was a little unkempt, and his eyes were still a little bloodshot. He rubbed his eyes, and left the room. He padded his way down to the kitchen. He stopped at the sight of a fully clothed Leonard, and Penny sitting on the couch.

While it still irked him somewhat that Penny was sitting in his spot, he chose to remain silent on the issue.

"Good morning Penny. Good morning, Leonard." He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

"Morning Sheldon," they both greeted him.

"Have I done something wrong?" He asked defensively.

"Why would you think that?" Penny asked him, a look of confusion over her face.

"I rarely know if I've done something wrong, as I am often always right."

Penny rolled her eyes and looked at Leonard. She turned back to face the lanky physicist.

"Sheldon, Leonard and I have been talking."

"About what?" He asked, and Penny glanced at Leonard.

"Well, I moved back into my apartment a couple of weeks ago, and everything's been great. But..."

"But what?"

"I kinda got used to living here," Penny finished.

"I don't get your point," he remarked, plainly.

"She hasn't made it yet Sheldon," Leonard quipped.

"Sheldon, Leonard and I have been talking. Leonard kind of got used to living in my apartment. He rarely stayed here when I was in the hospital. So, we discussed it, and came to the conclusion that we should swap apartments. He lives in my apartment and I go back to living with you."

Sheldon merely stood there. He had been considering proposing such a change, but hadn't gotten around to it.

"It seems that I shall have to withdraw the necessary paperwork, Leonard."

"What do you mean Sheldon?"

"Leonard, I have to withdraw the necessary paperwork, which will allow you to be indemnified from the clauses outlined in the roommate agreement. As a result, I will have to draft up a new one, which is Penny-specific."

Sheldon turned on his heel, and headed to his room. He returned a couple of minutes later, a binder in hand. He stood in front of Penny, who had sat down, and looked down at her pointedly. She stood up and sat on the armchair. Sheldon opened the binder on the coffee table, and flipped through the contents to the back.

"Sign here," he pointed to the page. Leonard grabbed a pen and signed the paper. Sheldon turned another page.

"And here," he pointed. Leonard scribed on the page again. "Well, Leonard, it has been a pleasure being your roommate. Per the Roommate Agreement, you have until midnight tomorrow to clear your belongings from the apartment."

Leonard sat there, dumbfounded. Sheldon had just agreed to a potentially massive change in his life and his schedule, and hadn't batted an eye. In fact he had seemed positively excited by the change.

"Sheldon is there something you're not telling us?" Sheldon straightened, his back was to Leonard and Penny. His eye started to twitch. Concentrating on controlling the involuntary action, he turned to face them.

"No," he replied. He knew that while his eye remained twitch free, his voice had given him away. Sounding like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he sighed.

"Fine. I had been considering asking Penny to move in with myself, while simultaneously, suggesting that you continue to live in Penny's apartment. This merely proves that I needn't bother."

"You were going to suggest we move in together?" Penny's voice was incredulous. Sheldon nodded childishly. Penny choked out a giggle, before enveloping him in a hug. Awkwardly, he placed his hands around her, and patted her on the back.

It astounded him that, while he had held her hand, the act of her hugging him seemed to throw him off balance somewhat. The memory of his vivid nightmare came back to haunt him, and he slipped from her grasp.

"What's wrong?" Penny looked worried.


"Sheldon," she warned. "I know when you're lying to me."

"I had a bad dream."

"I'll go and pack," Leonard informed them, and rushed into his room. Penny grabbed Sheldon by the hand, and led him to the couch. He sat in his spot, and she curled up next to him.

"What was it about?"

"You were a zombie." His tone was rigid. "I was standing in a field, and you were running towards me. You jumped onto me, and we fell to the ground. You had me pinned down, at which point you turned into a zombie. That's when I woke up."

"Sheldon, you did watch a zombie movie last night," she reminded him.

"True, but this is the first time that I have had a resulting nightmare. I found the experience most disconcerting. Not to mention, I dreamt that it was you who turned into a zombie."

"What do you think it means?"

"Penny, please. Dreams rarely have a meaning. They are just a byproduct of the brain keeping itself active. There is little evidence to assume that it meant anything at all."

"Sheldon, all dreams have a meaning. It's a way for the subconscious part of the brain to interact with the conscious."

"Penny, the science speaks for itself. The subconscious cannot provide information to the conscious. It is merely a part of the brain which regulates the necessary bodily functions in order to remain alive. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Sheldon, people sometimes pick up on things subconsciously. That information might be needed, and therefore would be supplied to other parts of the brain, in the form of dreams."

"This conversation is pointless. It was a one time occurrence. Statistically, the dream will not occur again. I should not have brought the subject up."

"Sheldon, you brought it up for a reason. Why?"

"I had a momentary lapse in judgement. I can assure you that it won't happen again."

Penny looked at him. He had stood up, and had started to make himself breakfast. Remembering his schedule, it was oatmeal day.

"On an entirely different subject. Penny, I am spending the majority of the day drafting a Penny-specific Roommate Agreement. I would be grateful for no interruptions."

"Sheldon, you have to be joking."

"Not this time. You would know I was joking, if I had said, Bazinga."

"Sheldon, I'm not signing a roommate agreement."


"No buts, Sheldon. There is no way in hell, I'm signing one of those things. Besides, I'm not your roommate. I'm technically your girlfriend."

He looked up from his oatmeal. A sly grin spread over her lips, as she could see his brain working.

"Then I shall draft a Relationship Agreement."


"Penny, this isn't fair. If I am not allowed to draft either a Roommate or Relationship Agreement, then how are we supposed to know what duties we are each supposed to perform?"

"We could wing it?" Her voice was hopeful.

"Penny, I'm a physicist. Not a hippy." Penny bit back a laugh.

"This is true, Sheldon," Penny agreed. "You are a physicist." She slowly walked around the table, to his side. She slowly snaked her arms around him.

"You're also my, crazy, obsessive, crazy-smart physicist of a boyfriend. I don't want a Relationship or Roommate Agreement. I don't want rules. I don't want clauses. I don't want appendixes. Or whatever. I just want you. I even want all your crazy and science-y jibber-jabber. Sheldon, relationships shouldn't even have agreements or contracts. Both people just agree not to hurt each other. We agree to care for, help, love and cherish each other."

Sheldon sighed, as Penny rested her head on his shoulder. He had stopped stirring his breakfast. It had lumped a little more than his preference, and he tried to decide whether to throw it away or not. But Penny's head on his shoulder, made his concentration waver. He found himself staring down at her head. She wasn't looking up at him, but he could tell her eyes were closed. Her breathing was steady, and she seemed relaxed.

He knew that in his heart, he didn't need a Roommate or Relationship Agreements. He knew that as long as Penny was happy, he would be too.

"Fine," he relented. Penny smiled.

"So what's on the menu for today?"

"First, I remake this oatmeal. It's far too lumpy..."

Penny laughed.