What they called the tech and junior crews had been working at the stadium for hours by the time the senior crew and the musicians were able to leave their rooms. They navigated their hangover the best they could and eventually found their way to one of the hotel restaurants for lunch.

Soon they were all there, save Jim. Deborah counted heads one more time. Yep, he was the only one missing. She found out she still had his phone, so she called his room.

Sean saw her look as she came back to the table and sighed. For a change, nobody but him dared to go knock on his door, especially knowing he wasn't alone.

"I'll get him," he said to Deborah, and turned to Jo. "Order my lunch, please."

Upstairs, he stopped before Jim's door and paid attention. He couldn't hear a single sound from inside the room. His brother was still sleeping. Sean knocked softly and waited. Nothing. He knocked again.

"Jim?" No answer. "Wake up, Jimbo." Nada. "I'm coming in."

He opened the door with his own card noiselessly and stuck his head in, ready to retreat depending on the first glimpse he got.

No need. Jim and Silvia were still lying on the bed with all their clothes on, almost in the same position he'd left them at dawn. They didn't move when the door opened.

Sean tiptoed in up to the bed and frowned, taken aback. Silvia and Jim were lying face to face. Jim's head rested on her chest, his arm around her waist. Her face was half-hidden in his messy hair, her arms around his shoulders.

Sean would've liked to find them having sex, instead of curling up against each other like that, looking like Jim had sought her protection, and she'd tried to shield him with her own body.

He was still trying to bring himself to wake them up when Jim opened his eyes to look up straight at him. Sean circled the bed to crouch down behind Silvia, as close as he could to his brother's face.

"We'll be there in thirty," Jim whispered. "Order my usual. She's having a steak with fries and a garden salad on the side, with a Classic Coke."

The eldest Robinson could only nod and leave.

Jim waited for his brother to close the door on his way out before looking up at Silvia. And his slight move was enough to wake her up. Her eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze and his weary smile. She managed to smile back.

"Hey."

"Hey, Jay."

"That rings a bell."

Silvia let out a muffled chuckle, rubbing her face as she rolled over to lie flat on her back, one of her arms still around Jim's shoulder and her fingers entwined in his hair.

"How are you feeling?" she mumbled.

"Like a zillion cannons in my head—regular hangover."

"I have painkillers in my bag, if I still have a bag."

"I could use a dozen."

"Bags?"

"Funny."

Silvia felt the bed for her phone and found it on the floor. A biblical feeling, like a crown of thorns piercing her head, made her dizzy when she bent over to grab it. Jim lay on his back by her side, an arm across his face to cover his eyes from daylight.

"Lunch's waiting," he murmured.

"I can't stay. I gotta go back to Claudia's."

"Let's grab a bite first."

She sighed. "Okay."

They took turns to use the bathroom and met again by the sinks. It seemed like no cold water was enough for them.

Jim looked up at the mirror and let out a dry scoff. Silvia only needed a glance to echo his mocking chuckle. He held a couple of painkillers in one hand and a bottle of water in the other, his hair a mess, a rough stubble covering his jaw and his eyes hardly showing on top of dark bags. She didn't look any better. Water had spread her makeup all over her face, locks of wet tangled hair stuck to her temples, dark shadows showed under her squinting eyes.

"Man, we totally suck," he said.

"I'm afraid we're getting old for this."

By the time they made it to the restaurant, the others were already done and gone. They picked a table away from the windows and ate in silence, waiting for food and painkillers to help them join back the ranks of the living.

After making sure everybody was getting ready to leave for the stadium, Deborah went back to the restaurant and pulled up a chair to sit at Jim's table.

"How are you feeling?" she asked. His dirty sideways look didn't stop her annoyed sigh. "Jesus Christ, Jim! How could you lose it like that? D'you have any recollection of all you had last night?" She nodded to Silvia, ignoring Jim's deepening scowl as he gulped up a glass of orange juice. "Thank God she was there! 'Cause you couldn't even stand on your own." Deborah turned to Silvia. "Thank you. You saved his pathetic ass last night."

"And yours," Jim growled.

Silvia looked at Deborah without a word. The warning in her eyes made the other woman reconsider if she really wanted to keep scolding Jim in front of her.

"Call Sean," Jim grunted. "I don't have my phone here."

Deborah stood up, leaving his phone on the table. "We're leaving in thirty."

"I'm leaving when I'm ready."

The way Silvia met Deborah's eyes again kept her from replying. Deborah snorted to keep her annoyed grownup act up and left. She'd never expected the nice soccer mom would go full pitbull on her like that.

"Where are you going now?" asked Jim, typing on his phone at the same time.

"We're staying with Claudia's parents. That's where I'm going."

"Why?"

Silvia had a funny flashback to ten years earlier, her little sister questioning her decisions just like that, at the brink of throwing a tantrum.

"I really need a shower," she said softly.

"You can shower here."

"And clean clothes."

Jim huffed. "What time are you coming back?"

"I don't know. What time your concert?"

"Forget it. You gotta make it to the stadium way earlier than that."

She waited until he looked up from his phone. "Claudia and my sister are waiting for me with some friends. I'm not going to the stadium without seeing them."

"How many friends?"

Silvia frowned. "I don't know, four, six."

"Then bring them over. You guys can have your get-together while we check sound, and they can stay for the concert if they want."

She frowned deeper, but didn't get to refuse and send Jim to hell, because Sean, Jo and Tom were coming. While she still tried to decide how much of his bossing her around she was willing to take, Jim turned to his brother.

"So? You lending me your girl?"

"Sure."

Jo showed the small camera in her hand. "Ready when you guys are," she said, smiling.

Jim saw Silvia was ready to say no to whatever they were talking about. "Jo knows the drill," he said to her. "Take her with you and she'll get you guys through in no time."

"And could you bring your friend, please?" asked Tom, always so nice and gentle.

Silvia only nodded. Jim's smile had just mopped the whiteboard covered with a growing list of complaints in her mind. And she cut off her pride when it tried to argue and write it all down again. It was Jim and it was only for the weekend. She could very well play along.

As soon as Deborah heard about their plan, she ordered a car to take Silvia and Jo wherever they wanted to go and wait as long as it took to bring them to the stadium. Not that looking after the musicians' girls was in her job description, but she knew better than risking a chance to face the Robinsons to tell them their girls were lost in Buenos Aires and she didn't know where.

"Bring spare clothes to stay the night," Jim said in Silvia's ear when he walked her and Jo to the lobby.

She did a little curtsy. "If it pleases milord."

He chuckled. "I could get used to that."

"Don't you dare," she replied, pointing a warning finger at his nose.

Jim lips refused to stop smiling as he watched them leave.

His phone buzzed in the back pocket of his jeans. He took it out. Yeah, Deborah texting him to hurry up. His eyes lingered on the phone. He'd just spent a whole day without it, isolated from the rest of the world. And he hadn't even noticed.