Having walked around the bed and approaching the side closest to the wall, the visitor carefully placed several objects on the bedside table. Judging by the almost inaudible knock, it was a watch, a wallet, and a metallic ringing announced that keys were on the list of items. The bedspread lifted and a slender figure slid between the sheets. “Hello, Nikki,” a whisper rang out in the night, clearly there was a Scottish accent. Nikki froze, and then laughed softly. “God, why do I always try so hard to be quieter than a mouse?” You always wake up when I come anyway.” She reached out and placed her hand on the shoulders of the woman lying next to her, pulling her closer.