Leave and search for a place to sleep.

You decide that there's nothing left here for you in this house. You need to leave. Maybe you can somehow, one day, get your life back, get Dave back, but for the moment, you need to be far, far away from here. Get some distance. Try to process what happened.

You gather a few things, some money and your laptop, but no spare clothes, as you don't dare to walk back into the bedroom. You try to ignore the moans and screams from upstairs and finally hurry out of the house.

As you start the engine of your car, you wonder where to go. There's no obvious place that comes to mind, so you start driving through the city in your car, aimlessly, trying to focus. You need a place to sleep, a hotel or maybe the couch of a good friend?

The radio news still talk about the sex scandal of the senator who was caught in the act with his "Happy Maid". Strange coincidence, you think, once more and your thoughts drift back to Dave. Strange coincidence there as well - or is just that all men are animals and end up fucking the housemaid? Because maybe, there's more to this? Maybe it's not such a coincidence at all?

You scratch your head.

None of this gets your problem at hand solved: Where to sleep? Where to spend the night?