She laughs despite herself. "You're serious."

"I can give you her contact information and she will confirm it."

"...I'm fine, thanks."

Shrug.

Sigh.

"Well, on the bright side in a few hours you get to be free."

"Yeah, on the bright side I get something I hadn't even noticed I'd lost in the first place."

"Better than the alternative."

Sigh. "I guess. Sorry I'm being such a grump, it's just." She shrugs helplessly.

Shrug. "Nah, it's okay."

"...so now I just wait here?"

"Yup. Sorry. Literally the best I could do."

"Fine, I guess."

"Do you have a name?"

"Lydia," she says, contradicting her earlier introduction. "What's yours?"

"Call me Peter."

"Nice to meet you. I think."

"I think we established this situation is fucked up."

"Yeah. It is nice to meet you, even with all things considered. I'd be—I don't know, captured, or something, if I hadn't met you."

"Fair point."

Sigh.

Peter sets Lydia up to sleep on his bed and him on the floor.

Morning comes.

She is sound asleep.

Peter listens for sounds from outside.

The party continued well into the morning but everything's quiet now.