"Goodnight." Kate said as she shut her door.
"Goodnight." Colette replied shutting her own hotel door. Once she found herself alone in her bedroom she let the tears fall. Kate had been very together once the incident had ended, as had Dean. But Colette was still shaken. She began to peel off her soiled dress and examined herself in the mirror when she was just in her underclothes. Light bruises had begun to form on her back and side, and she could tell that they would be much darker by the time their flight took off for England tomorrow morning.
She put on her night gown and gingerly slipped into bed. She should have known better than to expect sleep to come easy tonight, if at all. She turned off the lights but she couldn't even close her eyes without seeing all of the evening's events playing all over again in her head. She could see every detail of the tall man's angry face. She could smell his sweat and hear his animalistic breathing. He eyes flashed open. She simply had to accept the fact that sleep would not come. She stared blankly at the ceiling.
Her thoughts shifted to her unborn child. Had it emerged unscathed from this evening's events? She would have known by now if it hadn't wouldn't she? She shook her head, this topic was worse than replaying the evening's events in her head.
She consciously shifted her thoughts again, this time to Kate. What had that man said? Kate was CIA? Her Kate was a spy! That was the only thing this could mean. Now that she thought about it, this explanation fit so well with the recent rash of uncharacteristic behavior Kate had been displaying. The phone call from earlier being one of her points of proof. Kate was a spy, she wondered if the others knew…
Soon after the day took a toll on Colette and she drifted off into a restless sleep.
