His arm is across her shoulders, and she knows - there's that feeling in the air - that he is going to kiss her. And she doesn't object.
Ben's already on the phone calling for an ambulance. Cal drops to his knees at the side of Gillian's lifeless body and frantically searches for a pulse at her neck. He lowers his cheek over her lips, feeling for breath.
He finds neither.
He's smiling; she's smiling. And he's leaning closer.
For a split second she wonders how hey came to be at his point, but then his lips so softly make contact with hers, and nothing else matters.
He breathes into her. Once, twice; moves to her chest and starts compressions. Willing his mind to focus on doing this right; willing it to work; willing her to be okay.
No sooner has it started, it's over. He pulls back from her and it takes her a second to be able to open her eyes. He's grinning at her - that Cal grin that makes her want to simultaneously grin back and slap him. Before she does either - or both - he kisses her again.
Still nothing, so he breathes again; repeats the compressions. He's vaguely aware of Ben relaying what is happening. He desperately wants to hear sirens.
It is better than she had imagined it would feel.
As she brings her hands up to play in his hair, he pulls her closer to him and breaks his lips from hers to whisper, "Don't leave me."
She frowns and in that instant, she's not there anymore. Instead she is watching it happen; she's seeing them as if on a tv screen. She notes the wedding ring on his finger and something isn't right.
"Come on, Gillian," Cal growls at her, teeth gritted with fear as he continues to press on her chest. It feels like she has been unconscious forever. He so deeply hopes it has barely been seconds.
"Don't leave me," he urges again.
She would never kiss him if he were married, yet there she is. Except she isn't.
"Come on, Gillian."
Her head whips round at the voice. It was Cal, but not the Cal she's watching. He's still busy kissing her or someone.
A surge of panic flashes through her. This is wrong. Something is very wrong.
Typically - though so thankfully - Cal feels the beating of a pulse just as the ambulance arrives. The paramedics take over and Ben moves him out of their way. He can only watch as they check her over, load her onto their stretcher and take her away.
It's gone - the image of her and Cal. It's just black now; she doesn't see anything. She can hear distant voices but they're not familiar. She feels like she is looking around - desperately searching for Cal - but at the same time, she's not convinced that her body is moving.
She panics again and her eyes shoot open.
He lurches forward in his seat when her eyes open - wide and terrified. He takes her hand as the paramedic beside him does some sort of checks, eventually lowering her oxygen mask.
"Cal?" she whispers.
"You're fine, love." He caresses her hand, reassuring himself as much as her. "You're fine. Just let these nice gentlemen take you to hospital so you can get a certificate to prove it."
This prompts the small smile he had hoped it would - relief washing across her pale features. Confusion lingers on her features, to be expected as he hasn't really told her what happened.
But there's something else there. Something that will concern him until he builds up the courage to ask her about it:
She looks almost disappointed.