On the third floor, Fiona Schmidt stepped out of the elevator alone.
Emma Benson said she wanted to sleep with Tara Summer tonight, she waved to the two and said goodnight, then left.
It was still early, and unable to sleep, Fiona sat by the floor-to-ceiling window to read after her shower.
She was reading a collection of papers, as she was preparing to graduate in a few months. She was ready to write her thesis at any time and had arranged her schedule such that she could return to England to prepare for graduation only after Emma's ultrasound confirmed everything was alright.
Fiona got lost in her reading, and it wasn't until she had flipped through twenty or thirty pages that she realized it was almost eleven thirty.
She stood up and stretched lazily, feeling a bit hungry, and walked out of the room downstairs to the kitchen to find something to eat.
