Unlike Ilde, Hilmi is dressed warmly. Tonight it's simply a warm wool coat around 'going-out clothes'. He doesn't put a lot of thought into these things.

When Ilde leaves the bar, he follows her. This is the opportunity Hilmi has been waiting for: a quiet moment removed from the crowd wherein he can corner Ilde and find out where she's been. She was supposed to be home on whatever passed for Sunday around here. It's now Wednesday. Worse, he hasn't heard from her. Ilde isn't his girlfriend to monitor, but she's the closest he has to family - and if there's one thing Hilmi hated as a child, it was the adults not doing the things they said they would. He's finding Sonja and Ilde are the adults in this situation, and Ilde is dropping the ball.

Clearly, then, something is wrong with the world. (The irony of that idea isn't lost on him.)

He sidles up beside her and, instead of immediately pressing for information, produces his own cigarette. "Got a light?"