No use in tormenting himself in that way. I know, she answered. An image of herself breaking a pane and crying for help… but it was too late for that. She looked up and that was when she realised that Clive was not just staring into space but dead.
Unlike myself, I suppose. What is it? She could see nothing, only the grim corridor diminishing into a web of blackness. Charlotte felt a delicious sense of relief at escaping the dream; and then the memories of the previous day flowed back, a multicoloured patchwork of disasters. They're frightened of me! She went to Maddy, reached out to touch her hair.
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