Hawkeye reluctantly parked his car in front of the large building and pulled himself out into the chilly night air. It was nearing two o'clock and when he was half way home he realized he had left his wallet, lying on a table. He jogged inside, sidestepping the caterers and band members who were packing their equipment into their vans.
He immediately noticed his wallet sitting on the small stage; he picked it up and was relieved to find everything in its place.
He wearily walked back outside and as he opened his car door he saw Margaret near tears, as a cab driver stepped out to assist her with something. Hawkeye curiously walked over to her and saw Jeremy, passed out on the concrete, Margaret struggling to get him in the cab.
Without saying a word Hawkeye hoisted the man up and laid him in the backseat. "Where are you staying?" he asked Margaret. She shook her head wearily.
"I can't remember," she sobbed. The driver looked at her curiously and then turned to Hawkeye.
"Hey mister, I know where they're from. I picked these two up from a fancy hotel in town this evening." Hawkeye smiled and handed the man some money.
"Thank you. Make sure this guy gets back alright." The driver thanked Hawkeye for his generous payment and quickly pulled out.
Margaret stared at Hawkeye in shock. "What the hell am I supposed to do?" she asked angrily.
Hawkeye returned her angry gaze and grabbed her arm. "You, Miss Houlihan, are coming home with me."
"Are you crazy?" she yelled, jerking her arm away. "I'm going back to my hotel!" Hawkeye opened the passenger door and pushed Margaret inside before walking to the other side and climbing inside.
"This is kidnapping!" she screeched. Hawkeye moaned and looked at her, all her yelling was making his head hurt terribly.
"Fine, get out. But remember that you can't even remember the name of your hotel, and there are at least thirty other hotels identical to it."
Margaret folded her arms, and leaned back into the seat, staring out the window angrily. They both remained silent until they got to Hawkeye's small house, just outside of Augusta. Hawkeye ignored Margaret completely as he walked inside. Margaret quickly hurried after him and saw him walk into his bedroom.
"What the hell did you bring me here for?" she screeched when she realized he was planning on going to bed.
"I'm going to sleep, but I plan on talking to you in the morning so don't go anywhere," was his cold reply.
Margaret sat down on an old, lumpy couch and closed her eyes tightly to keep back a flood of tears.