By the time Myrnin woke up, Claire had successfully located a phone and was reassuring Daniel she hadn't been killed at any point the previous night. "Yes, yes, I know! No, I don't know how the phone bro- Ahhh!" The last part was the result of Myrnin bounding into the room and switching on the big overhead lights with a flourish. At this point, her headache, which had been beaten into submission earlier with the help of blood, came roaring back to life, right behind her eyes. "Dammit Myrnin, how bright do you need these lights?!" She half yelled in shock and irritation. "What's wrong?" Daniel's smooth voice came down the line. "Claire just because your head hurts does not mean the rest of us have to live in darkness" Myrnin said from across the room, picking his way through the rubbish towards the kitchen, no doubt echoing Claire's earlier actions.
"Your head? Why does-" Daniels next words came through smoother than usual, a sign that he knew she was lying. "I thought you said you hadn't been drinking?" "I…. haven't…. it was…. the, um, the blood! Yep, the blood is giving me headaches! Bye Daniel!" Slamming the phone down on Daniels protests, she stormed to the lights and flicked the switch to turn them off, not that it did anything for her headache. "Shut up, you love the dark." she muttered when she heard Myrnin start complaining. "True" he said as he strolled out of the kitchen, looking remarkably healthier than when he had woken up. His bead hair was still in full effect and his clothes were extremely wrinkled, ruining his gothic look off the night before.
Shaking her head, Claire was about to flop into a big armchair and prepare to nurse her headache for the rest of the day with lots of blood, trashy tv, and comfort food, when she spotted a card on the floor. She'd seen it earlier and thought it was the envelope which had held the phone but now she could see it was something different. She stared down at it, then reluctantly picked it up and read it.
What she read set her blood boiling. She ripped the card in half, and then kept ripping, shredding it with a vengeance, until she couldn't rip it anymore and the tiny pieces fluttered to the floor. "Something wrong?" Myrnin asked disinterestedly, poking at something or other on the other side of the room. "Amelie, that's what." "Oh dear" he replied, still more preoccupied with whatever it was that had caught his attention.
Gritting her teeth, she debated whether or not to just ignore the letter, but then sighed and gave in. Ignoring it would just cause more trouble than it was worth. Besides, the sooner she saw Eve, the sooner she could leave. Going to the trunk with the clothes in, she attempted to find something decent to wear. After looking for a few minutes, she concluded that she would simply have to buy some new clothes for herself. She would not go outside dressed like someone from the Victorian era. her original clothes, she threw them on, and then added a big black coat to complete the outfit.
"Im going shopping" she announced to Myrnin. "I have not been shopping in some time Claire, but I do recall that one needs money to purchase said items". Smiling slyly, she held out a crumpled wad off notes, about $200 all together. "Its no problem, I found my old stash right where I left it". Frowning, Myrnin looked over at the money, then shrugged and resumed rummaging in the piles of junk for something or other. Chuckling slightly and pleased with herself, Claire walked over the remnants of the door and into the bright sunlight. She was just old enough now she could bear a slight exposure to sunlight for a few minutes, which was all she would need to run down to the nearest clothes store.
Amelie's crisis could wait, as could Eve with her situation. She wasn't looking at anything until she had something decent to wear. After all, appearances were everything.