Alice Turner stretched lazily, staring blankly at the white ceiling for a while before she sat up abruptly. She got out of bed, took her pajamas from the suitcase, and went to the bathroom. She took a hot shower before slipping into bed.
Alice wasn't picky about where she slept. Soon after lying down, she fell into a deep sleep.
However, Thomas Fisher across the hall wasn't as lucky. Lying in bed, he couldn't sleep at all. He stared unblinkingly at the ceiling, his mind full of thoughts about Alice Turner, who was staying in the room opposite.
Is she asleep? Is she still busy organizing her documents?
Thomas withdrew his gaze from the ceiling, slowly turned his head to look at the door, and stared at it absentmindedly. After a long while, he sat up.
Hesitating for a moment, he put on his shoes and left the room. The door across was tightly shut.
