It doesn't take long for anything to attract my ear. The beep of the keycard in the hotel room door. The gentle click as it opens. The heavy step that I know in my bones is familiar to me.

Here we have David.

My body is still as I listen to him make his way around the hotel room. He's not exactly cruising along, but he isn't exactly dawdling, either. In the space of a few seconds, he had reached the bedroom's entrance and halted there. Holding my breath, I don't turn to look at him.

David mutters, "Take a look at you." You seem to have the ability to...