Exhausted as she is, she doesn't stir when he lowers himself onto the mattress. In fact, it isn't until the sun rises to just that perfect height that it comes streaming in through the windows, hitting the bed (and, consequently, Kate's face), that she finally does move.

She moans, turning her head to bury her face in her pillow.

It's quiet for a few moments.



And then, with a sudden jerk, she gets to hands and knees and reaches for the bucket again.