It hurt Diana to see Derek like this. She hoped he'd forget about it by tomorrow morning with his hangover. "Yes, don't worry Derek, we're going home now," Diana spoke gently. "I'll help clean you up when we get there, then you're going straight to bed. It's been a long day." Perhaps that wasn't the most 'masculine' thing to say, but she wanted to reassure Derek she'll be there for him tonight. "Okay, Harry," she said as she slipped into the drivers seat. She stuck the key in the ignition and turned on the Jeep. Putting an arm behind the passenger's seat, she reversed the car as she looked backwards to make sure she wasn't about to hit anything. Then she put the car back in drive and made their way to where they had parked the car earlier.

She was doing the route from memory, which made her even more grateful that she didn't have any drinks that night. Every now and then she'd glance into the rearview mirror to see if Derek was doing alright. It was peaceful driving at night, especially now that they were away from the party. If she listened closely, Diana could hear nearby crickets chirping. Before they knew it, they were parking where the Jeep had been parked earlier. Diana took the keys out of the car and hopped out before shutting the door. She waited by the side door for Derek to come out as well.