An idea struck her as she was drying her hair, one that she was probably insane, but hadn't that described virtually all of her recent decisions? There was someone she trusted to be honest with her if she asked. Years might have come and gone since they last were anything resembling friends, but she knew she could trust him. By the time she was dressed and walking back into the bedroom she'd been sharing, she made up her mind to seek him out. He would know what to do next. He always knew what to do.