Carrie walks you home.

“Well, I got no idea where I live," you say. You just had an address, and with no map, that could be anywhere.

"Do you know your address?", asks Kate.

"Yes. I'm at 54 Ripley Street," you say. You had no idea how far it was, for all you knew it was a couple-hour walk. You had made a stop on your way here, and were pre-occupied for most of the ride.

"Oh, that's on the way to my to my place," Carrie says excitingly, "You're only about 10 minutes away."

"Well, that's good, I guess we'll see you two another time," you say to Kate and James.

"Bye," say both Kate and James, who walk off in the other direction, completely-naked in James' case and almost for Kate. You begin to follow Carrie as you make chit chat. Luckily for you, being as late as it is, you haven't seen any cars or people taking photos.

You almost reach your place, when Carrie asks, "Do you mind if I stay the night?" You still have all the issues with Georgia to worry about, and have no idea what the hell you're about to find when you walk in there. It could be her ready to continue your relationship, her gone, her pissed off. Who the hell knows.

You just sort of pause there for a moment.

"So? I promise to be a good girl, or would you prefer a bad girl?", Carrie says, proceeding to give your junk a quick grab.