8 AM. Saturday Morning. The sun rays shine through the window of Guests New York apartment. The sound of birds and sirens and cars dont bother her anymore. There's designs scattered all over her desk from last night. A bra and pants on the floor from getting into bed tired and late. The sound of the window sliding open makes Guest stir in bed. Some soft footsteps and heavy breathing, and then alarmed weight plops onto the bed next to her. Peter. Back from another fight.