Aileen blinked, that awful and familiar sinking feeling in her chest as he spoke.

"You don't remember?" That was it, then. One night of touching and kissing and holding onto each other and that was it, most likely brought about by some madness this place sometimes incurred in its residents. And nothing else. It didn't matter what passed between them. Roland would never care. Not the way Aileen so desperately wished he did. Her hand drew away, falling limp by her side.

"I'd venture to guess it was thanks to our hosts... messing with our heads again."