If Diana were human, she would probably have collapsed from exhaustion, by this point. Aside from a few whispered conversations, she pretty much hadn't left the dance floor all evening. There was something about the music and the rhythm and the sense of passion surging through her that kept her going back again and again. She was hopelessly addicted to the dance, tonight.

Really, it shouldn't have been all that unusual. A beat had a way of working through her, reminding her of what it felt like to have a pulse. What it felt like to be alive.

But something about this was beginning to border on the absurd.

The song was transitioning into something smoother and sensual when she caught sight of...

Wait. What? She had to do a double-take.

"...Matthew?"