"Downstairs," Emile shrugged. "All right, I'm going to bed now. Bye." His mother gave him a perplexed look and wished him a good night as Emile quickly opened the door and slid through. He heaved a huge sigh of relief.
"That was so fucking close," he breathed. He ran his hands through his hair, then looked up to see Gisèle in the not-so-conspicuous place of on top of his bed. "What are you doing?"