Under the pillow, Rat heard a thump and cursing before yet another thump. Even though his head ached, he sat up, staring at Marius sprawled out on the floor, resisting the urge to laugh and smirking more than was probably fair.

"Don't worry your pretty little head," he said, looking around for his shirt and zipping up the pants he'd never fully removed. "I'll go."

Dragging a hand down his face, he stood up and tossed the hotel key to Marius. If he could just endure another hour, he'd be home.