Meredith in a transparent emerald-green nightgown sitting on the bed, cross-legged, and combing her long gray hair. For a moment she paused, studying him. Nick looked terrible: his cheeks were sunken, dark circles under the eyes - he looked ten years older than usual. - I understand you, - she said. - I myself feel the same way. Nick said nothing. Then Meredith, putting a comb, she spoke again. - Listen, Nick, I think that we need to do a little breather. At least for a couple of days. What do you say? We can just sit at home, but we can and go somewhere. Together. I think we both need a break.