It seemed highly unlikely that there wasn't going to be one, didn't it? Sigh.

"Hang on," Sarah mumbled, already patting down her pockets in search of something. Took a moment, but then there was a jangle of keys. "Got 'em. Alex is at a SPA thing ––" That was ess pee aye, not the kind with massages "–– all weekend. 'M crashing at his, it's revolting but it's not out in the street."