All she does is nod, and then sit down on the edge of the bed, there is very little else she can do. It all seems like some weird, bizarre dream.

Liam Collins is sitting in his study, the same study they fooled around in. Elbows on the same desk they fucked on. He sips his scotch, and puffs on the cigar he had lit after taking care of his daughter. The man looks calm, relaxed, even in good spirits, hair disheveled and collar undone. He's very absorbed in his work.