An antidote. Megan needs an antidote. Megan, the nicest person here and he thought - maybe he just thought she was having a shit time with being here; it's not his business and he's not her boyfriend or her brother and a million other excuses that seem hollow and really full of shit, right now. He puts the timeline together with an effectiveness he wishes he didn't have, and he feels sick. A week. This guy - Hilmi. A fucking week.

Jae had been wasted at Megan's party, and his lass semi-clear memory of her was that she wasn't any better than he was. He knew Hilmi was there - he remembers, earlier in the night, making a mental note to keep an eye on him, but four hours and god only knows how many red party cups later wrecked that plan. And it's not Jae's responsibility to be the hook-up police - Megan can sleep with whomever she wants, whenever she wants, she doesn't need some guy hauling dudes out of her bedroom if they seem weird. But Jae was too fucking drunk to hook up, and if Megan was a drunk as he was - Megan who is nineteen and five feet all and this guy is Jae's age or older and has this compulsion and he -

- the middle-aged couple walking down the riverbank path near Jae immediately veer around him, suddenly experiencing intense, overpowering rage towards injustice in the world. They'll never know why. Maybe they'll get some use out of their evening or fury.

It's a long time before Jae responds.

Sonja will come back.

But he can't wait for her. Megan can't. What the hell is he going to do?