Amy was at her friend’s cottage, her legs dangling on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. She was wondering where could her friend be… it was so late and she still wasn’t in her own cottage.

Could it be that she was spending the night at someone else’s cottage, doing…?

No, I doubt that… she’s not like that. Amy thought.

She grumbled, feeling a little worried, but before she did anything, the door opened.