Chapter 30

Alistair

It feels like I’ve sat on this bed for a billion years. Did Clara decide to live inside the bathroom or something? She has spent more than an hour inside making weird sounds, but my patience is wearing thin.

Sighing, I stand up and walk over to the door to knock on it.

No response.

…what is even happening right now?

“Clara? Is everything alright?” I ask as I cautiously turn the handle and