From here...

The Hannibals wake up first.

Not in tandem, this time.

Moving slowly so as not to disturb Stephen, he runs his fingers along his other's jaw, through his hair-- yes, there; he's both awake.

Now...

Thank fuck for convenient Nexus doors.

Welcome to the Hannibals' room.

It, er, has an unusually large bed.

The door opens, and admits a triumphant Hannibal.

And then a second triumphant Hannibal.

It closes before the possibility of a third is raised.

They exchange a silent, smug, satisfied smile as they head for a booth.

There's a place that looks sort of like a bar at the end of the universe, only with more crack in.

Some damn strange things have been happening there lately.