"It’s off. I don’t want to go in. I don’t want to..." She looked ill and
stumbled out of the kitchen down the hall. Peter got up and followed her, but 
stopped abruptly when she went through a door marked Women. After a moment he 
heard the sounds of retching. Liaison had come out into the hall. She was 
standing by the kitchen, concern etched on her face. Peter waited another 
moment, then pushed the bathroom door open.