Well after midnight, probably closer to two in the morning, she still hadn't heard the squeaky front door open to admit the wretched man. She might have dozed off a time or two for a few minutes, but it certainly wasn't restful sleep. It was hard to even tell that she'd been asleep at all. Maybe she didn't have a job to go to the next morning, but it was the principle of the whole situation. Where was he? Why was he not at home? Or, their temporary home at least?