She looked at him for a moment. Then she looked at the empty bed — the one without the trainers and the biscuits and the evidence of someone who had been here since this morning at least. She looked at the desk beside it. The wardrobe.

She picked up her bags and carried them to that side of the room.

"What are you doing?" he said.

"I've been travelling since six," she said. "I'm putting my bags down."

"But the room—"

"Is a mistake that the housing office can fix tomorrow." She set the bags against the wardrobe. "Tonight I'm going to sleep in that bed because I'm exhausted and...