Sancho for his part had decided to purr as loudly as he could, whether it was because he was peaceful and happy himself or because he thought it might help Stephanie- he wasn't about to say. The cat's eyes were closed as Stephanie continued to stroke him softly.

She looked up at Marcelo again.

"Don't apologize. You didn't do this." Stephanie replied, barely above a whisper herself, before sucking back another solid third of the bottle of wine.

She took a deep breath.

"We need to get out of here. New York. We need to step outside this madness. If it's not you, it's me. We need to get out of here and regroup."