He walked back into the bedroom and looked in his closet. To his relief, he saw a new set of clothes for the following day. He left them there, shut the light, and crawled into bed. It had been a trying day, so he felt himself quickly fading.

He heard the click of his door opening and came instantly awake. The door closed, and he saw someone approach. In the dim light, he couldn't see who it was.

"Who's there?" he growled, and the figure stopped.

"It's Yvonne," she said timidly.

Ben sat up, overly conscious that he wasn't wearing anything under the sheets. "Yvonne, what are you doing in...