Oh, Cesare would certainly put her up for free. Then she coudl spend the night taking a long bath and getting drunk on champagne and staying up all night worrying about Bill and trying desperately not to answer her ringing phone or his thousands of texts.

Her stomach churned just thinking about it. Tonight was going to be the worst night. And she couldn't even drink if Eames was here.

It's funny, he's the one offering to make breakfast this time, and Nancy has to laugh. It's the sad, desperate laugh of a girl who needs to find something funny because if she doesn't she's going to cry again. "Yeah- yeah, that'd be lovely, Eames. Real lovely. Anything I ate lat night I threw up this morning."