The rest of the day had pretty much been a quiet one. Buffy had found something else to eat and then Ambrose bid her good night and gone to his room. He had heard her doing exercises and thought she would go to bed when she was tired. He read for a bit then went to his bed to rest.
He didn't need to rest but the act of laying down and closing one's eyes was relaxing and human like. It was sometimes tedious to just lay there was for a long time but he was up to six hours before he had to get up.
As soon as mid morning arrived he was up and showered. He put on a navy blue suit and a charcoal tie. He went up the stairs and closed the trap door. He couldn't remember where his cuffs had gone to or even if they had gotten packed the last time he moved. He grabbed a pair of keys and unlocked his door. Opening it he saw Buffy on the couch in her ill fitting close. "Have you eaten?" he asked.