Donna called them during breakfast,

Donna called them during breakfast, informing John that she wouldn't make it home in time to catch them. Afterwards Clara managed to coax him to take a shower together, kissing and touching each other and making love again against the shower wall, though this time it seemed to have a bittersweet taste to it.
“You said you understand,” John panted into her ear, his voice sad and full of regrets.
“I said I understand,” Clara whispered hoarsely, “I never said I'd make it easy for you.”
He kissed her again and Clara was glad that the shower water was there to wash away the tears she didn't want John to see.
While Clara was still drying her hair, John went to clean up the place and pack their things for the journey home and half an hour later they left the house.

“Do you remember what floor it was?” Clara asked as they climbed the stairs inside the building.
“4th, I think,” he muttered and shortly after stopped in front of a door, “It should be here.”
“Well,” Clara said, looking at him, “Only one way to find out.”
She knocked without warning and a minute later an elderly woman opened the door.
“Oh,” she uttered in surprise after seeing the two strangers, “Can I help you with something?”
“We hope so,” Clara said with a polite smile.
The woman eyed them suspiciously and John hurried to get the words out.
“Do you remember who lived here about 26 years ago?” he asked.
“Yes,” the woman replied, still looking a little puzzled, “Me. I've been living here for over 30 years. Why do you need to know?”
Clara watched as John took a deep breath. Instinctively she reached for his hand, holding it in hers.
“Do you have a son? I know that if you have, he must be over 30 now.”
The old lady crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I do, in fact, have a son but I don't think that is any of your concern.”
“I think your son might have seen something that happened here about 26 years ago, the night a man was killed in the street in front of your window. Do you remember that?” John asked her carefully.
“It's really important,” Clara urged her, “If there is even the slightest chance that your son saw something, we would like to speak with him, ask him what he remembers.”
The lady snorted. “My son was only 8 years old then. He should have been in bed,” she paused, “But. . . I sometimes caught him staring out of the window in the evenings. I scolded him whenever he did that past his bedtime. I asked him if he had seen anything the next day when it was all over the newspapers but he said he had been asleep. I don't know if he lied to stay out of trouble. I can't tell you that.”

結果 (中文) 3:

唐娜叫他们吃早饭时，告诉约翰，她不会让这家赶上他们。后来克拉拉设法哄他一起洗澡，接吻和抚摸对方，让爱在浴室的墙上，不过这一次似乎有一个苦乐参半的味道。“你说你明白，”约翰气喘吁吁地在她耳边，他的声音充满悲伤和遗憾。“我说，我明白了，”克拉拉嘶哑地低声说，“我从来没有说过我会让你轻松。”他又一次吻了她，克拉拉也很高兴，那淋浴的水在那里冲走了她不想让他看见的泪水。当克拉拉还在干她的头发时，他去收拾东西，收拾东西回家，半个小时后，他们离开了家。“你还记得那是什么地板吗？“克拉拉问他们爬上了楼里的楼梯。“第四，我想，”他喃喃地说，不久后，在一扇门前停下，“它应该在这里。”“好吧，”克拉拉说，“看他，”只有一个办法找到了。她敲了敲门，一分钟后，一位老妇人打开了门。“噢，”她在看到这两个陌生人后惊讶地说，“我能帮你什么吗？““我们希望如此，”克拉拉微笑着说。女人怀疑地打量着他们和约翰急忙把话说出来。“你还记得26年前住在这里的人吗？“他问。“是的，”女人回答，仍然有点困惑，“我。我已经在这里住了30多年了。你为什么需要知道？“克拉拉看着翰深呼吸。她本能地把手伸向她的手，拿着它。“你有一个儿子吗？我知道，如果你有，他现在必须超过30岁。”那老太太在胸前交叉着双臂。“事实上，我有一个儿子，但我不认为这是你的任何关注。”“我想你的儿子可能在26年前看到过这里发生的事情，晚上一个人在你窗前的大街上被打死了。你还记得吗？她仔细地问她。“这真的很重要，”克拉拉说，“如果你的儿子看到了什么东西，我们想和他说话，问他记得什么。”夫人哼了一声。“我的儿子只有8岁了。“他应该躺在床上，”她停顿了一下，但。..我有时会把他盯着窗外看的晚上。无论他什么时候做，我都骂他，他上床睡觉前。我问他第二天他在报纸上看到了什么，但他说他已经睡着了。我不知道他是否说谎，以远离麻烦。我不能告诉你。”