Concerned, Tyrone gently massaged her temples and whispered, "If you can't remember now, don't strain yourself. Just rest and sleep."

After a while, Sabrina's distress subsided, and she finally drifted back to sleep.

Tyrone studied her serene sleeping face, his expression serious and contemplative.

Taking a moment, he tidied up Sabrina's clothes and pulled the quilt over her. He lingered by her bedside, lost in thought, before Leaving the room.

The next morning, Sabrina began to stir in her bed. Despite the early hour of 6 a.m., darkness still enveloped the outside world. Slowly rousing from her sleep, she opened her eyes, squinting in pain as she was met with an immediate pulsating throb in her head.

Shutting her eyes quickly, she lay in bed, resting for some time before mustering the energy to sit up again.

Sabrina tried to recall what happened the previous night. But she couldn't remember anything.

Only vague, dream-like images of Tyrone flickered through her mind.

Sabrina looked down and realized that she was only wearing thermal underwear. She assumed that Aylin must have helped her change.

After splashing cold water on her face and brushing her teeth, she spent some time on her phone. About an hour had passed when she decided to give Bettie a call.

The phone rang out, but no one answered.

Then she dialed Aylin's number.

Still no response.

They must still be sleeping.

Given the amount of alcohol she had drunk the previous night and the lack of food, Sabrina felt hungry. She decided to head down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

When she stepped out of her room, she noticed a figure exiting the end of the hallway. It looked like Tyrone.

She froze and gasped, her heart racing. But when she looked again, he was gone.

Shaking her head, she wondered if she had imagined it. "Maybe I'm still drunk."

Sabrina brushed it off and went down to have breakfast. When she finished, Bettie and Aylin got up.

Last night, they were supposed to hire a car and chase the aurora.