"I feel like a child, and I don't like people seeing me like this," she moves away from the toilet, from him, and climbs to her feet. Running the water she splashes cold water over her face and then the back of her neck, it feels good, running down her shoulders and neck, back down to the sink. She makes use of the mouth wash and tooth brush, thankful to get that taste from her mouth. Standing there, hunched over the sink, water running, she doesn't know what to say. She can't look at herself in the mirror so in the end she turns off the water and gives him a bit of a smile before returning to the bed.

"It was just a bad dream."