It was much later when Harry heard a faint knocking on the window and saw the blind raised up. He flew across in one stride, pulling the chair with him as he went.
"How are you?" he wrote.
"I've been better; I can't believe how tired I am."
"It's just because we've had a chance to slow down, everything catches up on us,"
"Maybe"
"Nikki, we need to talk."
"I thought this was talking."
"No, really talk."
Nikki shrugged her shoulders and mouthed 'How?' Then she wrote:
"How's that supposed to happen, we're stuck here in isolation until we die or can convince that grumpy old doctor we're not infected."
Harry smiled.
"That was not supposed to be funny!" she wrote and stuck out her tongue.
"I know, it's just that I've been calling him 'Grumpy Doctor' too"
"You're not going to die, Nikki, we're fine." He added.
"So you really want to talk about how you landed me in this hell hole for the weekend?"
Harry shook his head and tried to look serious.
"No, I mean talk about what happened."
She looked at him puzzled but then eventually realised what he was referring to and then wrote something very slowly and deliberately on her notepad.
"I've told you Harry, nothing happened."
"I woke up naked in your bed. Something must have happened!"
"You still don't remember?"
"NO"
Harry had covered half of the side of his paper with the two letters, and pulled a matching horrified face.
"Nikki, I remember going to the pub with you and I remember you were happy to see me and I remember Leo phoning and waking me up, and then he phoned you and woke you up. But nothing else. Please."
"I told you not to touch that drink."
Harry didn't bother scribbling his reply his face was enough to ask the question.
"When you got to the pub, there was already a drink on the table; you called the bloke that had bought it for me Mr Creepy. You drank it."
Harry suddenly grabbed his pad and started writing, finally remembering one more piece of the evening.
"Waste not, want not! It was a whisky."
Nikki nodded.
"But I still don't understand."
"Harry, you drank a drink sent over by Mr Creepy, you spent the next 48 hours vomiting and still have no memory of the night's events!"
There was a beat as Harry stared open mouthed at her, before he turned his attention back to his paper.
"You're saying I was Rohypnoled?"
"And you claim to be a scientist?"
Harry just continued to stare, open mouthed.
"You knew this and you didn't tell me?"
"I figured you must have realised. It was pretty obvious."
"Not to me!"
"Evidently"
"I don't think I'm talking to you." Harry pouted and pushed his chair further back from the window.