Arthur managed to get out of bed on time, despite the fact that he had been up very late into the night, lying awake and listening for Lorena moving about the apartment. She seemed to have been generally stationary, and at some point of listening for nothing, he had drifted asleep. Waking up was interesting, but it was not too painful. He did stumble on his bed spread and nearly kill himself against his open closet door. But he was alive now.
Groggily, he went straight to the kitchen. He needed coffee. "Lorena?" he opened his eyes more, feeling a little more awake already. She was reading a newspaper? And... boiling... eggs. "Why are you boiling eggs?" He asked, surprised.