Crane woke the next morning with the hope that somehow everything from yesterday had only been a dream. Unfortunately, the moment he opened his eyes it was abundantly clear that was not the case.
Crane sighed, trying not to let himself be miserable. Yes, this was all completely new to him, but at least the Leftenant had tried to help. He looked around the room, seeing all of the bright yellow sticky notes that Abbie had left the day before. He was grateful for her patience, but resented the fact that she needed it in the first place. He was not used to being inept in things and it frustrated him to no end.
Ichabod stood, walking to the small bathroom within the hotel room, sighing as he looked around. Thank God the Leftenant had been thorough in her endeavor to help him, as Crane would have been helpless to the fancy mechanisms within the small room.
By the time he had figured out the shower, the blow dryer, and the sink, Abbie had arrived at his door. Ichabod bites his tongue, the immediate urge to complain suddenly present. He was a gentleman, and was to be treated as such. What right had she to keep him here? It blatantly violated his rights to keep him prisoner here. Rather than voicing his long list of complaints, he takes note of the bag she holds.
"What is that?" He asks.
"Donut holes, you want some?"
Crane eyes her warily, but curiosity ultimately wins out. He tries to ignore the fact that he is very quickly starting to trust the Leftenant as he pops a donut hole into his mouth. Abbie tries valiantly to resist the urge to laugh when his eyes nearly bulge out of his head in wonder. Eventually, however, the childlike look on Crane's face does it for her, and she can no longer hold her laugh inside. Crane smiles, embarrassed.
As she and Crane laugh together Abbie thinks, 'Donut holes are good,' and makes sure to file that fact away in case it comes in handy later.