Franz woke at four in the morning to an empty side of the bed and Arianne standing at the window of the Conway estate's guest room, arms crossed, watching nothing in particular happen in the dark. He didn't ask what was wrong. Some nights the answer was obvious enough that asking only made her explain it out loud, and she'd had enough of explaining things out loud for one visit.
"Go back to sleep," she said, without turning around. "I'm thinking."
He got up anyway. Some kinds of thinking went better with someone standing next to you, and this looked like one of them. He didn't say anything. He stood at the window beside her, close enough that their shoulders touched, and watched the same nothing she was watching.
