Something vibrated twice from the depths of her pocket, and roused Clara out of her slumber. While the dream had been pleasant, nothing more than a work of pure fiction. The fact it was designed to tease had soured her mood. In truth, she had betrayed Elizabeth, and not set eyes upon her for several months.
After letting out a long sigh and slumping into her seat, Clara opened her eyes and rubbed the sleep from them before taking out her phone. With a double-tap the screen came to life, and brought up the notification.
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