When I arrive at work Stana's car is already there. Concerned, I walk over, she never arrives before me.
She's sat in the driver side face down on the steering wheel, her buckle is still done up; almost like she had an accident or fell asleep at the wheel.
I should ask if she's alright but after yesterday that is probably a bad idea. Instead I go to my trailer.
Watching carefully, I notice she speaks to Tam before driving away. I should call her. I should see if she's ok. I should ask Tam if she's alright. Of course she's not alright.