Amy's room

Knowing you're not done with Amy yet, you teleport yourself into her room first, finding her sat at a small table, still dressed in just socks, pants and hugging her shirt tight around her, tears running down her face. It seems you've really managed to get to her, and yet there's still more you can do. There is after all a clasp on her bra you haven't broken yet.

Before you can do anymore Steve walks into the room, giving her a fake looking smile of sympathy. "How you holding up?" He asks her finally, his eyes barely leaving her body.

Slowly Amy lifts her eyes to face him. "I just want to go home. Where are my jeans."

Steve sits down next to her, placing a 'comforting' hand on her bare knee. "It looks like someone stolen them," he says slowly, "the other woman's dress too."

To your surprise Amy actually lets it a little laugh. "Figures after the morning I've had. My keys were in the pocket."

Steve shrugs a little. "Do you have a spare? I could give you a lift home if you want?"

"I keep a spare under the mat." Amy confesses, "Please, if you really can, just take me home."

You ponder for a moment, should you really let the pair of them leave the mall?