The next morning.

You wake up terribly thirsty sometime in the small hours of the morning. Luckily Pierre placed a glass of water next to the bed, which you drink greedily. You snuggle back in for a second and then a shock of terror goes through you. What time is it? What's your husband thinking? He's probably scared out of his mind! You slip out of bed, not disturbing Pierre, and quickly search for your purse and phone. You find it out on the rooftop and see it's almost 5am. Your husband texted around 2am, saying he hopes you've had a great night and to let him know if you need anything. It's probably code for, 'I'm freaking out and want to know you're O.K.' You step back inside and glance in Pierre's room. You feel a little bad, but this is what your husband kept encouraging, and he said to let the night take you anywhere you wanted. It would be amazing to crawl back in bed and luxuriate for a few more hours of indulgent freedom, or you could hurry back to your husband and home for the normal morning routine.