"I know. I only got lucky during that hole, remember the one with the skeleton legs? Whoever designed that was a ceritified mad genius." Beauford replies, chuckling.

"Sorry you're going to be stuck in the apartment tomorrow, but I really couldn't get out of work." He's probably apologizing for like the fifth time tonight. It's another walk up the stairs to the apartment, and everything is as they left it. "Wough. 11:30 pm... You wanna shower before bed, or when you wake up?"