Kyle noticed that the kitchen was empty, save for a single maid who was washing the dishes by herself. He stepped round her, and took hold of a jug and poured himself a glass of water. After th first draft, he turned to face the maid, "You have a nice voice. I think I have heard that song before, but I do not remember the name. Could you tell me what it is, Miss...?" He realized he did not know her name.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Vesta had finished her dinner, remembering to ensure that all flames were snuffed out as she walked to her assigned room. She glanced at the number embossed on the door and back to the scrap of paper in her hand before turning the metal handle and entering the room. She patted the bed to her right, realizing that someone was already under the sheets before plopping down on the empty bed on her left.<br/><br/>Paying heed to nothing, Vesta undressed to her undershirt and burrowed under the sheets, falling into fitful slumber.