Yvonne was in low spirits today, perhaps because she'd suffered the entire day yesterday. She went straight to bed after she had dinner.

She slept until midnight. She heard someone knocking on the door in a daze. Irritated, she crept out of bed and opened the door with a long face. "Who is it? What aren't you sleeping at the middle of the—"

A figure passed by her, breaking her off in the middle of her sentence. He said in a deep voice, "There's something I want to talk to you about."

Yvonne