Arriving on the second floor, Lisa immediately stepped in front of Oscar's door. At first, the woman wanted to knock on the door, remembering what happened a few days ago. But this late hour made her sure that Oscar was asleep and wouldn't be listening to her knocking. Finally, while saying a prayer, Lisa opened the door to the man's room.
Lisa pushed the slightly ajar door to Oscar's room and saw the figure of a man lying on the bed. The only light in the room came from the small lamp on the table next to the bed. The cold air made Lisa's hair stand on end.
"Have you slept yet?" Lisa whispered. Half of her was sure that the man was asleep, but half of her was afraid that Oscar would just pretend to be asleep and then pounce on her when she was standing next to him.