Vanes and Seton, isolated in their respective rooms, give in to their carnal needs. Vanes, sprawled on his bed, strokes his length, his mind filled with images of Haley. Seton, in the bathroom, fingers herself, her body aching for release. The house is quiet, save for their soft moans and the sound of flesh on flesh. They reach their peaks simultaneously, their bodies tensing, then relaxing as waves of pleasure wash over them. In the aftermath, they're left with a sense of satisfaction, their secret shared only by the empty halls of the house.