"Don't worry, I will. Thanks for saving them for me. I'd best be going, now. Hope I'll see you again sometime!"
Mike saluted and prepared to leave, sack in his right hand.
"I can see you've never been in the service!" Gen. Highpoint said with a smile. "Oh, no offense meant, but here...let me show you how to salute properly!" He saluted back, and Mike copied the move exactly.
"Excellent!" he was complimented. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, Spirit Lad. If you're ever here again I would like to speak with you when I have more time."
Then Mike was gone. By the time he reached his apartment he was exhausted. Jeanie was already in bed, asleep, so he hid the mailbag in the closet. Thankfully, she'd made him clean it out after she'd moved in! Then, he undressed, showered, and got under the covers, cuddling Jeanie. She didn't even stir. Mike fell asleep immediately, well satisfied with his day.
Mike was startled awake very early the next morning. Looking around he immediately discovered the reason. Jeanie had left the bed, and, the room. He was becoming very worried about her, since she had frequent complaints of an upset stomach, mornings. Sure enough, the bathroom door was shut, and he could hear noises from inside. Rolling over, Mike forced himself back to sleep so he wouldn't have to fight the urge to open that door, and be assured Jeanie was fine. She valued her privacy too much during times like this for him to even consider such, and he didn't wish to make a fool of himself if everything was safe and sound.
Two hours later he finally awoke for the day, and was surprised to see Jeanie standing at the table, dressed, with a handful of letters in her hand. Mumbling, Mike pulled himself out across her side, and grabbed his robe from the chair. As he fought his way into it, Jeanie laughed at his disheveled hair and crooked underwear. It tickled her to think that even a super hero couldn't look good the first thing in the morning!
"What're you doing?" Mike finally managed to ask as he tied the robe's belt around him.
"I found these this morning," she explained, "and decided to sort them out for you according to categories and matters of importance."
"This morning?" he groaned. "What the hell time is it, anyway?" Glancing over at the clock he nearly fainted. "TEN O' CLOCK!?" he shouted, "I've got to get going...check out the lab..."
"No you don't, remember? Doc said you don't have to come in until next week for your trip!"
"Why are you home so late?" Mike asked, going to the kitchen to put the kettle on.
"I didn't feel well this morning, so I didn't go in. Must be coming down with the flu or something. I went over and told them about it already. Doc says for me to get some rest,  too. I'll be o.k.."