It was a typical office bathroom, large, filled with sinks and stalls, the 
same as the one he’d used at the other end of the apartment, but this one had
rose-colored tiles. He saw Kathryn kneeling on the floor of the first stall. He 
grabbed a wad of paper towels from a countertop on the way to the stall. She was 
breathing heavily, her hands pressed against the rose-colored metal of the 
stall. He leaned down and let her see the handful of towels. She was startled 
for a moment, but then took them and cleaned her face.