They struggled upward, out of the womb of the world, damp and steaming, their bodies feeling rubbery and languid from the warmth and the effects of wine. Claire fell to her knees at the first landing, and Jamie, trying to help her, stumbled and fell beside her in an untidy heap of robes and bare legs. Giggling helplessly, drunk more with love than with wine, they crawled side by side on hands and knees up the second flight of steps. In their playful antics, they hindered each other more than they helped, jostling and bumping softly into each other in the narrow space, until they finally collapsed in each other's arms on the second landing.