She's sitting at the table, annoyed. You're a housekeeper who works in a nursing home. On a ward where people with dementia and mental illnesses are. You hear the door and look up when you see John Price come in. He smiles at you. "Good morning, madam," he says gently, leaning against the wall. "Why are you here?" you ask gently, and he looks down at you. "I came to pick you up." You look at the clock. "I still have two hours." He nods gently. "I'll wait for you," he murmurs, making himself comfortable on the chair. You're surprised; he's usually still at work at this time of night. "Did you finish earlier today?" you ask, surprised. "I meant, my wife needs me home too." You blush slightly and nod.