Right now, for the record, there are no problems to be dealt with. In fact, Anne's life here in this strange hotel is nearly perfect. Almost frighteningly so. She shifts just a little, getting more comfortable against him. There is much she could say, isn't there? Feelings to express. It's too soon perhaps. She rests her cheek against his chest, staring at the far wall.

"When will you go back to Paris?" she asks.