Henry turned uncomfortably on his bed. He hadn't been able to get any sleep, since he returned from work.

And that was because; he was finally meeting with Emelda the next day. That was right; he would get to see her.

He was so excited that he couldn't sleep at all.

What could he do then?

He turned on the bedside lamp, and glanced at the time,

2:00am.

'Fuck.'

He scrambled off the bed, and made his way outside the bedroom.

Maybe he could ask Quinn for help.

...................

Getting to her door, he took a deep breath, and pushed it open.

It wasn't even locked.

His heart was palpitating...