He is not tired. He might've liked the endorphin rush of an orgasm to put him to sleep, but this is for the best. Once he's certain she's sleeping, he goes into the bathroom, pours the vodka over her scraps of clothes, and sets them on fire. He changes his outfit, calculates the amount of money they have left, and turns the television on mute.

It's around 4am when he moves to wake her.

"Watson," he says. "Watson."