The night passes relatively uneventfully, despite the fact that the two worrying about if the other one is happy, or at least content. Several times during the night, Matt gets up and almost checks on her. One time, he even made it outside the door, before stopping himself.<br/><br/><em>I am her Master. I have to take car of her. Then again, she is a thinking person. I can't force my opinions on her, and still claim to work towards freedom.</em><br/><br/>He pads into the kitchen, pulling out a fifth of Jack Daniels Red Label. He sets it on the kitchen counter, and sits down, staring at it. There's a crude skull and crossbones written over the label in a metalic Sharpie, and while the seal has been broken, it's still full. There is a layer of white grit on the bottom, and it looks like something that's been sitting for a while.