Still lost in her thoughts, Kira casually took a look around the room. It was then that she saw him: Jack. No doubt the figure beside him was Sam, but her eyes couldn't move from her red ranger. She could hear her heart beating in her ears, drowning out the sound of the obviously drunk singer on stage. Now that he was here, she couldn't remember why she'd wanted to leave. Had she really been that low? For that matter, what made her think staying away from the best thing that had happened to her since she got here - maybe the best thing that had ever happened to her - was the right thing to do? She really must have been out of her mind.
When someone came to tell her she was up next, she knew what she had to do: she was going home. They had found her anyway and there was no use in running. Well, a quick trip to the bathroom would be a good kind of run, so she slipped away from her table. She was going to take this stupid wig off.