Outside, a few calls echoed through the hallway.

Winnie regained her senses quicker than Van. She gently pushed on his shoulder, her lips parting as she hurriedly gasped, "Mr... Mr. Marlowe... someone..." but she was silenced again by his kiss.

"M... Mr. Marlowe... someone... someone..." Her words were fragmented, nearly impossible to make out.

Winnie felt powerless, her hands pinned against the door by Van. Her fingers, painted with soft pink nail polish, curled weakly, ...