Janet was relieved to find nobody home when she arrived at her parents' house, as she wasn't looking forward to attempting to explain why she needed some of her brother's clothing. Despite her rather tongue-in-cheek conversation with Frank, at heart she really was still a good girl; she was uncomfortable with the practice of deception.
She entered her brother's room, gingerly picking her way through the textbooks, record albums, dirty clothing, and god-only-knows what else strewn around the floor and on every conceivable surface. She shook her head in disgust, but tried to ignore the mess in order to accomplish her "mission" as quickly as possible.
Her goal was to take clothing he hadn't worn recently, and therefore wouldn't miss. As it happened, upon his attainment of the legal drinking age the previous year, he'd quickly acquired a sizable "beer belly" from his substantially increased consumption of alcoholic beverages. So luckily (at least from Janet's point of view), he had quite a bit of clothing he could no longer wear. She dug into the back of his closet, and retrieved a couple of pairs of jeans and a few shirts he'd "outgrown", as well as a heavy denim jacket and a pristine pair of sneakers he'd bought several months before and promptly decided he didn't like. She had just grabbed a couple of pairs of socks when she thought she heard someone pull into the driveway. She hurriedly put everything in a shopping bag, and frantically tried to come up with some reason for walking out of the house with a fully laden bag.
However, her luck still held, as the car had pulled into the driveway of the people next door. Nonetheless, she decided she couldn't afford to make any further demands on her good fortune, and quickly left the house.
When she got back to her apartment, she put everything into a suitcase, and then decided to pour herself a glass of wine to calm her rather jagged nerves. As she sipped the wine, she thought about Frank's first question to her…why she was intent on trying to save him. If she was going to put herself at risk – as she was surely doing with her plan to liberate Frank from the government's (i.e. Dr. Scott's) dire plans for him – she needed a better answer for herself than "I don't know." After all, this was a man who'd stabbed someone to death right in front of her, and served the victim to his guests as an entrée at the most bizarre dinner party imaginable. If her fear of being caught and punished, and her natural disinclination for breaking rules, hadn't been enough to dissuade her from getting involved, surely his own actions should have been enough to do the trick. Obviously she cared for him far more than she'd realized…but why?
Of course the most obvious reason was his incredible skill as a lover. Based on what she'd heard from her friends, she'd always expected her "first time" would be unsatisfying at best, and unrelentingly painful at worst. Nothing could have prepared her for the ecstasy his body was able to evoke in her own. There was no doubt she was immediately transformed from a naïve girl to a sensuous woman directly as a result of their electrifying encounter. Nor was his sexual expertise his only attribute. She found him charming, charismatic, gorgeous – both in and out of makeup – and brilliant. However, she still felt there was something missing – something else she'd seen in him that she was responding to at her deepest, most primal level.
As she pondered the events of that evening, it finally came to her…his farewell song, right before Riff Raff had attacked him. She remembered the tears that had filled her eyes as she listened to Frank lay bare the loneliness and pain so at odds with his supremely self-confident persona. His vulnerability had drawn her to him; had made her want to hold him, shelter him, shower him with the love he so desperately needed. Unfortunately, subsequent events had conspired against both of them that night.
Seldom in life are we presented with second chances. As Janet finished her wine, she vowed not to squander the one she now held within her firm, if slightly trembling, grasp.