Secrets come out at night.
People are so vulnerable after dark, so isolated and alone, scared of the thoughts swirling around their head. They are struck, as if by a swift bolt of lightning, with desires, urges, destructive impulses to do things that would never enter their minds after the sun rises in the sky. They spill their insides; their dreams, their fears, their darkest secrets to anyone who will listen. Two am is a dangerous place, full of everything people are not brave enough to say in the light, where relationships can be created or destroyed with only a few words.