Everything around them is dark, quiet. Even the city isn't as loud as usual at this hour, though there's still the steady, persistent hum of white noise in the distance, a far cry from what she was used to before she got here. Beverly likes that, though. Something about it — the stillness but not too much of that — makes her feel safe, which she badly needs when her mind has been trying to make her feel otherwise.

The offer helps, too, a ghost of a smile curving her mouth as she stubs the cigarette out in the ashtray she keeps out here just for this purpose. "Dessert and cocoa sounds good," she says. "Let's do it."