He brought her through his home, "Right here's the living room." He cut through leading to a spacious mud room, where the front door was located. Across from the front door were the stairs. He poked his head into the next room, "Right here's the dining room," he said, flicking on the light. The stain-glass bar lamp illuminated a dark wood table with six chairs around it. It was dim. Three of the four shades were closed. It didn't look like that room was used for dining any longer.<br/><br/>The dining room connected to the kitchen, and to the left was the guest room and bathroom. He treaded to the short hallway which held the guest and bathroom. He pointed down the hallway, "The downstairs bathroom is right across from you. You don't remember? I showed you last night when you puked again." He was afraid he embarrassed her, so he lead his way to the kitchen and leaned on a door under the stairs.<br/><br/>He quickly continued with his tour, "This is the door to the basement," he cleared his throat, "which leads to the garage where my car usually is," he paused, "but I have to go fetch it downtown," he smirked, playing with his keys.<br/><br/>He paused before saying, "Will you be alright here alone? I get off at work at 7 usually, but I can try to get home at 6:30, but I have to pick up my car.." he trailed off.