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P.S. Sorry for the delay of this chapter. I got grounded and my mom literally opened up my computer and took the internet card away for like a week. Plus I have been caught up in all sorts of school work, so if it is on the shorter side I apologize.

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Her limbs stretched out not wanting to leave the peaceful bliss of relaxation, every fiber in her body groaning at the thought of waking and working. The soft silk sheets wrapped around her legs, entrapping her in its embrace, not wanting to give her up. The second her droopy eyes cracked open it hit her in the head like a ton of case files.

"How did I get in my room?" her voice sounding refreshed and soft, slightly quivering with unknowing fright. Memory failed her, as she pushed herself to remember how she got into her bed. The only thing that came to her memory was the remembrance of crying herself into a darkened sleep, on her couch. Slowly her eyes dropped. A blue FBI shirt and gray sweat pants/ Relief spread as she saw the same clothes on her body as the night before.

"Come on Clar, get a hold or yourself. You probably just walked up to bed and don't remember doing so, because you were dead tired." Light laughter echoed of the room walls, making the morning sun seem to shine brighter and the birds chirped louder. Her laughter was of relief and stupidity.

One last stretch and Clara was ready to go. Feet shuffled across the soft carpet, toes curling as they hit the cold hard wood floor. She followed her normal morning routine, changing into a different outfit consisting of a white FBI T-shirt and navy blue army sweat pants. Slipping on her old beat up running shoes and pulling her hair back into a messy ponytail, she made a memo to herself to stop and get new running shoes. Once the door was locked, she was off, starting her slow jog down the street. It was one of the mot beautiful Sunday mornings, the sky was clear, the breeze cool carrying a hint of warmth from the sun's shine. Clara listened to the melodic morning song of the local birds, only to be stopped by the not so melodic voice of her neighbor.

"Oh, Clar my dear. Isn't it such a nice day out?" her voice cracking like each syllable being whipped at the end. Her voice also held the sly wispy sound of a gossiper. Although Clara got annoyed by her neighbor sometimes, she was the closest thing that Clara had as a mother for the 15 years that she lived in that apartment.

"Hello Mrs. Stystid. Indeed it is nice outside, is there something I can help you with?" Her voice was soft trying not to show her want to get away and continue her morning jog before it was too late.

"Oh nothing dearie, just thought I would say hello. It isn't every day that I get to see you." Clara nodded and began to turn, about to jog away, when that same crackly voice stopped her.

"I was wondering who that man over your house was last night?" Clara froze, now her jog was definitely ruined. Every aspect of the morning seemed to darken the air became chilly the sky darkened slightly. Clara turned staring at the little old white haired lady in front of her. Thanking her for her nosiness, for once in her lifetime. She stared into Mrs. Stystid's paled green eyes.

"What man?" Clara asked urgency raiding her every movement and thought.

"Oh sweetie, the nice man that I saw pick you up from that back breaking couch and bring you upstairs to bed. I saw him through your window when I went to wave good night to you. He was so kind to help you out like that. After he came back down, he waved to me through your window and left in his car." Clara's annoyance towards the old woman dissipated when she heard the utter innocence come through.

"Mrs. Stystid, can you describe this man to me. I cannot seem to recall who it was who came over." Clara pretended as to not alarm Mrs. Stystid of anything or else all of Boston would know.

"Oh, it was dark out. I only saw his eyes, a nice almost illuminated pale blue. Such a nice, nice man. I hope you introduce me." Clara nodded and just left mrs.Stystid there, deciding to go jogging anyway, just to clear her thoughts.

Sorry that it is short. But right now I am overloaded with homework and projects. Please please please review and I will try and have the next chapter up ASAP!!!!

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