Sarai wandered into her bedroom, less purpose in her step than usual. She hadn't realised it was so late, and she was still brooding over what Darren had proposed. Having an excellent mind for remembering everything she heard, Sarai ran through the conversation in her mind, appalled at Darren, and wondering why she had spoken as such. It sounded like he was free to proposition her again if he wasn't in uniform. She hoped he wouldn't have picked up on that, and sat on her bed, waiting for 8am.