She didn't know this place had a garage. How interesting.

'No.' Her voice is quiet, drowsy.

Her eyes track the motion on the screen, and somewhere, there's the niggling thought that he might remember her here as well. And that's not the best memory, she thinks.

'I rarely sleep through the night in one go, even after I've shared a few bottles of wine with you. Still having the dreams?'

It's a gentle question, but one she can't avoid asking.