Oskar was relieved, to say the least, when Jane offered no protest or argument of being guided into his home. This fact alone cemented in his mind what he already suspected: How utterly naïve she truly was. For all she knew, he dabbled in female slave trafficking or was a sex maniac. Of course, he was neither of those, but she didn’t know that. She probably wasn’t even aware of what either of those entailed. It just bothered him to no end how she could easily fall into the clutches of someone with ill intent. Well, he’d have to see to it that that didn’t happen.<br/><br/>He was over the moon at how she took to the bed like an eagle takes to the wild blue yonder. Some much-needed rest, he believed and hoped, was all she needed right now. Oskar thought how Jane would be right as rain upon awakening. Perhaps then she’d have a clearer head and a better handle on the situation.<br/><br/>While she slept, he busied himself around the house, though he wasn’t really focused on anything in particular. The fridge and cupboards were stocked with enough food, so if his guest was hungry when she woke from her slumber, he’d be prepared to feed her. With darkness having settled around them, he lounged on the couch while browsing through a few sports apps on his smart phone.<br/><br/>Buried in scores and stats, Oskar’s eyes immediately looked up from the mobile device at “hearing” his name called. He dropped the phone where he had just been lying, and hustled up the stairs, though he wasn’t quite running yet. Jane’s “voice” didn’t sound alarmed or anxious in any way, so that was a positive. He had chosen to close the door to allow her more privacy and tranquility. Now standing outside her room, he lightly knocked and then asked, “Jane? You alright?”