"Tony..." his name seemed to die on her lips, lost in the haunted sound of his whistle.  She stared at him for a moment, and then down at her clasped hands.  The knuckles were white, aching.  His apartment was nowhere near her house, and all she wanted to do was go home.  When she closed her eyes, she could almost feel the heat of the scalding water of a bath absconding her, welcoming her, after such a shitty shift--<br/><br/>The car jarring through a pothole brought her right back to the here and now, back to sitting in the car with him, her hands still tightly held in her lap and her own apartment now feeling miles away.  It took a conscious effort for her to unwind her hand and brush the hair away from her cheek.  Her fingers were trembling, a tremor she disliked.  The pass of the streetlights made him look ghostly, sallow at times, and his smile unnerved her every time she looked at him.  It was easier to watch the houses outside the car zip past.<br/><br/>His apartment was across town from her own, in the wrong direction of her bath.  Kat's attention fixated on the locked door, and she bit her own lip until she tasted the copper of her own blood on her tongue.<br/><br/>"He wants you to stop by tonight?  Won't he be asleep?" she asked him, trying the conversation on for size.   Despite her attempts at nonchalance, it sounded awkward to her and she immediately regretted it.  Suddenly, she wished she'd never gotten in the car and just...<br/><br/>Run on home.