Chapter 6
Claire climbed out of Burton's car as they pulled up in front of her hotel.
"Thanks, Professor Burton." She said.
"If you need anything at all, please call me at my home number I gave you or call my cell phone. I'll call you in the morning to find out when you want to go see the other survivors." Burton said.
"Ok, thanks again, see you tomorrow." Claire smiled closing the door.
She watched as Burton drove away. She turned going up the steps to the hotel's entrance. She walked through the lobby to the elevators. She glanced at her watch as the doors slid open. She sighed stepping into the elevator.
"What a day. You really have done it this time, Claire." She mushed to herself.
The elevator went up to the fourth floor then dinged, opening its doors. She exited the elevator and walked down to her room. She pulled out her key, unlocking the door. She flipped on the lights closing the door behind her. She slipped off her grey sweater tossing it onto her suitcase. She placed her purse on the table, then turned on the TV. She kicked off her tennis shoes and went into the bathroom. She looked at her reflection as she stood in front of the mirror.
"Girl, you look horrible. 35 years old and after several months of terrible sleep you look like you're 80." She sighed. "I can't believe I was attracted to that boorish jerk. Humph, a bit egotistical my ass."
She turned from the mirror gazing at the huge bathtub.
"Looks inviting. I guess after a day like today I have the right to spoil myself." She smiled turning on the water.
She lit a few candles after adding bubble bath to the water. She turned off the water once the tub was filled then slipped out of her clothes and climbed in. She sighed in relaxation as she laid back. She closed her eyes as she could here the TV in the other room. The news was on, she was rusty on her Czech, but from what she could make out it was suppose to rain all week.
"Great, lovely weather and lovely people." She mushed, her tone sarcastic.
Soon she found herself drifting into a deep sleep.
"Claire?" Mark Robertson's voice spoke softly.
"Mark?" Claire whispered as she laid in her husband's arms.
"I love you." Mark smiled kissing her.
"I love you too." Claire smiled as she ran her hands up her husband's bare chest.
"So you think this time will do the trick?" Mark asked holding Claire close to him.
"I don't know, we've tried for so long to have a baby, some times I wonder if we're suppose to." Claire frowned.
"Oh come on, babe, think positive. If you don't get pregnant this time we can adopt, or use a surrogate mother." Mark whispered.
"It's not the same though, I want to experience having life growing inside of me. Giving birth to that life." Claire felt herself become fragile and filled with sadness.
Mark gently kissed her. "It's ok, Claire, everything will be ok. We have that trip to Prague in a few days, we'll have plenty of time to try for a baby."
Claire smiled. "I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you so much."
"Same here, babe, same here." Mark said, stroking Claire's head.
Claire sat up with a jolt as she slipped under the water. She gasped for air as she coughed. She leaned over the side of the tub crying.
"Oh Mark." She cried. "I finally got pregnant and then the murders happened. I watched you die and the stress and shock killed the fetus. I lost you and our child all because of Scissorman!"
She whimpered as she rested her head on the side of the bathtub. She calmed herself then pulled the plug to drain the water. She climbed out slipping on her white cotton bathrobe, then wrapping her hair up in a towel. She blew out the candles then went into the bedroom. She pulled out her pajamas and changed. She dried her hair then pulled it up into a ponytail. She laid down on the bed turning off the light, leaving the TV on.