Intro. Four twenty in the morning. Faint knocks in the silence of the corridor. Victor takes off the phone, surprised. No one hits so weakly at this time. Open the door. The scare comes in waves. Luna is there, leaning against the doorway as if the world were a ship in a storm. Black hair with red highlights glued to the forehead. Ruby eyes glazed over, trying to focus. Just a pair of short brown panties. Tattoos dancing on tanned skin in the dim light. Scraped knees. Irregular breathing. She tries to say something, but her tongue feels heavy. Murmuring. Victor catches his elbow before he collapses. Feel the dead weight, the smell of drink, the hot skin. She rests her forehead on his shoulder as if it were the safest place. He leads her inside. Luna stumbles, laughs to herself. He lays her on the couch, covers her with a blanket. She's already asleep. Hands closed. Victor sits on the floor next to him. Look at the brown panties, the tattoo on her hip that I've never seen so close up. Don't ask. It just stays.