Gemma lay in her hotel room, already dressed in her pyjamas, staring at the ceiling. It was reasonably later, and after the red head had arrived at her room and taken a shower, she had had a visit from Trish and Amy.
The three girls had stayed together for a few hours, drinking the bottles of wine that Amy had brought, and talking about the past. When Gemma had turned them down on their offer of another drink in the bar, she had got ready for bed and tried, unsuccessfully, to get some well needed sleep.
The diva had been tossing and turning for about an hour; memories running threw her head. After a while she had given up on trying to sleep, and resided herself to lying on her back looking at the ceiling, in the dark.
Gemma had tried to keep her mind focused on her friends, but still one thought kept creeping into her mind. David. Eventually she just let herself think about him, as she knew she couldn't keep him out of her head for much longer.
Rolling onto her right side, Gemma looked at the clock that shone one thirty in the morning. The red head closed her eyes, thinking about her tall brunette friend, and if she would ever see him again.
The diva was just thinking about what she had said to him earlier. How she had lied about last night meaning nothing. She felt so awful, but she knew she couldn't turn back time, and just had to accept it.
Her eyes quickly snapped open as she heard a soft tapping on her door. At first Gemma thought she was hearing things, but then she heard it again. Throwing the covers off herself, the red head heaved herself out of bed, and crossed over the room.
Her hair was tied up loosely in chopstick type hair clips, her bare feet scrapped on the carpet, and she shivered a little in her light blue and white cropped pyjama trousers and matching strappy t-shirt.
Gemma looked out into the corridor threw the peep hole in the door, but there was no sign of anyone. That's strange she thought. Clicking open the lock on the door, she pulled down on the handle, and peered out.
The red head looked up and down the corridor, but there wasn't any sign of anyone. It was probably just one last practical joke that the girls were playing on her, but that was when she spotted it.
Gemma saw it in her peripheral vision, lying at her feet on the floor in front of her door.