Back to the CSI team at the city Morgue...

"The body of Tara Maclay, Officer Dusquene, as you can see - she's still dead." "Is she? Look at her eyes Dr Sid; those are just modelling clay discs with black crosses inked in with a marker pen" "Great Scott! How did I miss that in the post mortem!?!" "But why hasn't she moved, Calleigh?" "I believe she's been placed under somekind of old-fashioned sleep enchantment, Nick."

"Wahey! The kind of spell a kiss from a handsome prince can break. Damn, I love this job..." "Hang on, 'fraid not Officer Stokes..." "Eh?" "According to Miss Maclay's record here it's more likely that it'll be a kiss from a beautiful princess that will wake her. Erm... Officer Dusquene..."

"Well... I guess in the interests of medical science..."

"Hey, what's with all the cameras, guys?" "Come on Calleigh, think about it; we could earn a fortune from these pictures on the internet!"

"Damn, you men are sick... but I want 50% of the profits. And this time I keep my clothes on too!" "Awwwww, nuts." "Take it or leave it, Nick." "D'oh, ok then, it's deal." "Right, pucker up Tara... and the first one out of you two to even use the word 'tongues' is going to get a bullet where it hurts!"