Eva raises an eyebrow. "The longer we hang around here, the greater the chance is that you'll end up meeting my roommates. And I think that's a chance we both want to avoid like the plague," she says back, rolling her eyes. She liked her roommates/bandmates and all, but they were so awkward around men, it made her scared that Jimmy would go running the moment he met them.

Eva laughs. "Yes, Aubrey is a real saint of a person. For, you know, her cheese dip and all." She shakes her head and smiles, leaning her head on Jimmy's shoulder as she watches the episode. In truth, Aubrey was the least of the roommates that she had any worries about. She was probably the best one out of the three. "What're your roommates like? Are they nice? Do they make cheese dip?"

Eva laughs a little bit and nods. She felt the exact same way about her roommates as well. "Well, they make you tacos, so they get a pass in my book," she says back with a smile.

Adele smiles up at Florian as he comes into their bedroom. She had stupidly eaten some bad potato salad, and then had landed her in bed for the past couple of days, throwing up unendingly. It was a horrible existence that she probably would have hated even more if it hadn't been for her nurse, Florian. She was so happy to be living with him and more than proud of his recent musical accomplishments. She was his biggest fan in everything that he did, and she knew that that would keep their relationship going for a long, long time. The worst part about this illness is that - for the best interest of Florian and because she felt so gross - she had abstained from kissing him, and it was killing her. She was beginning to seriously miss their storybook romance relationship. "Merci beaucoup, Florian..." She says, her voice groggy and tired sounding. She was exhausted most days, but she could tell that she was starting to feel better. She takes a sip of the coffee and smiles. Black and unaltered. Florian knew exactly how she liked her coffee. "Are you doing alright?" She had probably asked him that a million times while she had been sick. She was so worried that something might happen while she was ill, she was constantly nervous.

"Could you please?" Adele asks with a small smile when Florian offers to open the window. The cold air from outside felt wonderful to her in their stuffy room that had bad energy all around because of her illness. She gives him another small smile when he says that he's fine. She genuinely felt bad for him having to take care of her while she got over this stomach illness. But it was how she knew that he loved her - he hadn't complained once for the past couple of days. "Alright, bien-aimé. I love you," She says as she takes a sip of the coffee, loving the warm taste, instantly feeling a little bit more human again. She eyes the letters, looking through them as she sits up in bed. There were a couple bills and one letter from her father, who never seemed to progress passed written correspondence and always sent her letters as he never owned and telephone and very rarely had access to one. And then the fourth letter, which she too originally assumed was fan mail. She had a large pile of it on her desk, and once a week she would sit down and personally respond to every one. It was something that she loved to do. But something about this message made her want to open it immediately. She slid her finger along the opening of the envelope and look the hand-written note out, immediately dropping it when she saw the handwriting. It was the handwriting of a person she would never forget. "Florian..." She says softly as she hands to the letter to him, her eyes darting around the room as if he were already here.

Adele covers her face with her hands, a wave a nausea rushing through her but this time not from her illness. This stalker had been somebody they had been trying to get away from for months, and she was sure that - since they hadn't heard from him in such a long time - they had succeeded. But the letter with not postmark told her that that wasn't the case. "What does this mean, Florian? What do we do?" She asks, her voice frantic but muffled by her hands over her face. She willed herself not to cry out of fear. She already felt like her stalker's eyes were on her and she didn't want him to see her true fear of him. That would just give him all the power.

It scares Adele that Florian also seems to frightened by the note, although she knew it was pure human nature to be afraid of what threatens you. She moves closer to Florian, knowing and believing that he would protect her should this stalker ever choose to show himself. Part of her felt absolutely awful for bringing Florian into this, since the stalker's obsession was originally turned towards her before they began dating and it switched to eliminating Florian. "Je suis tellement désolé," she whispers, staring at the note. She grabs one of her pack of matches and lights one, lighting the note on fire and watching it burn up. She didn't even want to look at it anymore. It frightened her too much, that reminder that she wasn't safe anymore, and probably hadn't been for a while. "I know you won't, Florian," she tells him when he promises that he won't let anybody hurt her. "I trust you with my life." She takes a deep breath in. "Should we call the police?"

Adele closes her eyes tightly when Florian asks her what was written on the note. She didn't want to think about it. "All it said was, 'How did I find you? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure.'" She shivers, knowing for sure that it was the same stalker as before with his use of literary quotes and allusions, taking from the Count of Monte Cristo this time. He seemed to be only taunting them now, not giving them any sort of clues to what he planned for them or what he even wanted from her. She felt bad for burning the note now. It was their only proof that somebody was truly after them. "We should leave. We should go live with Destinee or my father or anywhere but here."

Adele starts to calm down when Florian seems to agree with her that they should leave, hoping that that would make the stalker go away, but immediately that fear starts to come back when he concludes that they should stay. She starts to protest again staying, but as he speaks, she realizes that he's right. This is their life and their house and it would be letting him win if they leave it. She squeezes his hand and nods. "We shall stay then..." She agrees, her voice much more soft and submissive. "What will we do then? If he should come, what will we do?"

Adele raises her eyebrows when Florian asks her if she knew where they could get a gun. Of course she didn't. She wasn't that type of girl. But getting an alarm system and a dog... That was something that was manageable. "Yes. Yes, let's do that..." She says, nodding. One of her cats jumps up on to the bed and she frowns a little. "It would have to be a nice dog to the chats, though..." She sighs and buries her face in her hands again, upset that everything that once seemed perfect now was going to hell. "A bat, yes..." Adele nods. A bat would be better than a gun in her mind. Guns scared her terribly. At least a bat didn't always have a killing connotation to them the way that guns do.