The room bore conspicuous traces of habitation, distinct from the aura of a freshly occupied space.

With a curiosity that danced in her voice, she inquired, “Why an I here?

Blayze found himself momentarily at a loss for words, finally responding, “What is your surmise?"

Following a contemplative pause, Sabrina ventured, “Did you retrieve me from the bar?"

It was not Tyrone but Blayze, who had come to her aid on that occasion. She had drunk a fair amount. Had she erred in her judgnent?