When he was gone, Ariadne finally came to herself enough to remember she needed to get dressed - and it was only a few minutes before a knock on the door signaled the arrival of her food. She cautiously accepted it, then sat down to eat and sketch.

She didn't know for sure what she was drawing when she started, but as the lines slowly began to resolve themselves, a rough sketch of Arthur started to appear. Eventually, it turned into a sketch of the two of them, holding hands and looking happy.

The sketch was nearly complete when Ariadne dozed off where she was sitting at the desk, her head on her arms, the drawing half-pinned beneath them.