Return to the living room.

You suppress the thought. How silly of you - do you really think you'll get Dave back just because you put on a maid's uniform? As you slowly walk back to your living room, you still hear the noises of Dave grunting and moaning and Blanche giggling and sighing with lust. You close your eyes, but that, of course, does not shut out the sounds. Tears spring to your eyes, and you throw yourself into one of the armchairs.

You don't know how long you sit there.

Your mind and your thoughts are everywhere and nowhere. What has happened to your life? How did it all fall apart? Should you have taken more care of Dave? Should you have followed his sexual wishes more?

You shudder and curl up into a ball, sitting on the armchair and not really knowing what to do with yourself. What now? What can you do?