She woke up cold, wet sheets sticking to her skin. His side of the bed was empty. She peeled off his clothes and changed, then made her way to the kitchen. She opened the fridge to get a cold drink. Her eyes fell on an unopened bottle of whiskey and wait, what? Bottle of grape juice? A neat note and key rubber banded around it's neck. "Wow, Harlee. You win the prize for stupid. Let yourself out. R.S."