His ribs are sore from being run over by Granger, and when he looks down at himself in the bathroom mirror, he has a bruise that’s shaped like a half circle. Without it, he supposes he might wonder if their early morning together had been a figment of his imagination. A vivid dream. He grabs the bruise paste from the cabinet, eager to erase it, along with the inane hope that she might stumble across him again.