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Lilly comes back from the bar late, slipping quietly into her room without seeing Mike or Mel. She's been avoiding this, but it can't be put off forever. As hard as it was to go down and sit in the bar and... and not see him, it's harder in her bedroom. There are supposed to be guns hanging over her bedpost. There's supposed to be someone who'll pull her into his arms when she gets in bed, both for the cuddling and for his only shot at a fair share of the covers.

Her bed's not supposed to look quite this big.

She takes a long time getting ready to go to sleep. It takes an even longer time for her to fall into a fitful doze, and it doesn't matter that she didn't close her curtains because by the time the sun is up, so's she. But then, the first night's supposed to be the worst, right?

Right.