A room.
Small, yet comforting, with the last of the dying light trickling in through the windows.
It was her room.
Medium-sized, nothing special. But it was hers, and that was what mattered. And that was also what didn't make any sense.
Her life. Her room. Her dad.
Danny had already dropped her back off at home and it had again been every bit as awkward and quiet as before. Her dad was still at work. The same work. The normal work. The work that had forced them to have to move all the way from Canada to the UK.
How come she still had her life, her house and her dad and yet- And yet somehow at the same time she didn't.
It wasn't something that you would notice if you weren't looking. Little things, small enough that if Morgan had not gone to school that day and just read a book or watched a movie, it would have been as if nothing had changed. Except that despite her room and family being the same, everything had changed.
When Morgan arrived home, there was a sort of emptiness hanging around the air. A sort of wrongness everywhere. As if there was something out of place, but you couldn't quite properly place what it was. As if everything in the room had been shifted a fraction of a millimetre to the right. A small change, barely visible. But enough of a change to make your head swim.
Morgan swallowed carefully at that thought, shifting her bag to one arm and letting it slide to the ground. The weight dropped, falling into the ground harshly, the noise echoing off of the empty walls. She squeezed her way past a chair to get through the kitchen to the room behind it.
The living room was small, and directly behind the kitchen. The light would pour in from the windows to the right of the desk. On the desk was her laptop, nothing special, silver glistening in the light.
That made Morgan pause.
She stepped closer, inspecting the laptop, running her fingers across the glistening and distinctly new edges of her laptop. Her father had gotten it back in 2014 when Morgan had been only 3 years old. The last time she had seen it, it had been dull, and rough, nothing like the shiny new computer that stood before her. And that was a problem.
Her computer was supposed to be old .
But it was now standing there in all of its menacing glory as if daring Morgan to continue to live in her blissful ignorance. It was glistening as if taunting her, glaringly bright in the otherwise normal room.
Like a constant reminder, egging on that small little voice in the back of her mind. This isn't normal. Clara Oswald is your English teacher. Danny Pink is friends with your dad. It was as if it was trying its hardest to force her out of her little cocoon.
Morgan had promised herself sheèd consider the frightening possibility that this was real, at home. Here, where she could have a mental breakdown in peace.
Morgan really didn't want to have a mental breakdown right now. She would rather live in blissful ignorance.
But Morgan also needed to face the truth.
And facing the truth was never going to be easy.
Yet, despite all of the glaring differences stabbing through her brain, so many things were the same.
She could almost pretend that everything was normal.
Almost.
Her password was the same, BacktotheFuture2020. Definitely not the most creative of passwords but did the job well. Or rather, if anyone had managed to break into her computer, she had never been made aware of it. Her father never did bother to look into any of her interests closely enough to be able to feasibly guess it.
The numbers, of course, were a year, which somehow never held any actual connection to the current year.
The year.
That was the thing. The big glaring problem.
Slowly, she opened her laptop with baited breath, typing in her password methodically. Or rather, as methodically as she could, with millions of thoughts racing through her head, all equally terrifying, panic threatening to tighten its hold on her throat, and a slight trembling in her hands. The laptop miraculously loaded up.
It seemed Morgan had terrible passwords in any universe, regardless of how mundane it was.
Morgan took a long shaky breath as she checked that all of her accounts were functional. As her tunnel vision began to clear, her shaking hands and clammy hands began to dissipate.
But Morgan had overlooked one very important part.
The date.
It was then the entire weight that had been previously precariously held up, came all crashing down. She looked at the date. And it was wrong. It was very wrong. Although, perhaps that depended on one's perspective.
September.
Of 2014.
It almost made sense, in hindsight, judging by her guess that this was early series 8. Morgan was lying again. It didn't almost make sense. It made perfect sense.
All the small insignificant changes she had been brushing off. The puzzle pieces began fitting together.
And Morgan hated it.
Because this wasn't a nice neat, scenic puzzle. Rather, it was a twisted one, with hidden meaning beneath the pieces, perhaps never-ending.
Morgan had an inkling that she wasn't going to like what the puzzle turned out to be.
The date should have read September of 2025.
But it didn't.
"2014," Morgan's voice echoed in the empty room, filling the space that had earlier been filled with a heavy silence. After that, it was almost as if Morgan couldn't speak at all, in part due to disbelief, in part due to gut-wrenching anxiety. Perhaps it was also to the worry that if she spoke again it would dissolve into hysteria or sobs.
Before she could dissolve into a full-blown panic attack, Morgan closed her eyes and took a deep breath in an effort to collect herself and her thoughts. The worries swirled around her head, neverending. The more Morgan tried to push them away, the more they came into sharper focus. What Morgan needed to do was find a new focus, something that could distract her mind long enough to find a new, more mundane problem to worry about. There must be something that could help her or take her mind somewhere else. Anything.
She quickly typed out something into google, her hands flying over the keyboard hurriedly. Her heart was still racing despite her best efforts, an ever-present pounding in her ears.
Her vision narrowed in on the search bar, vision blurring.
Doctor Who.
The words were sharp in contrast with the white background, almost like daggers into her eyes.
It took a full minute before she gained the courage to press enter and complete the search.
The results were what she had feared most.
Nothing.
Nothing showed up. Nothing except some random actual, medical doctors and the odd non-medical doctorate-holding individual. Thoughts racing, she furrowed her eyebrows, furiously typing again. This time, she typed something different:
Doctor Blue Box.
There were a few moments between shallow breaths where she waited. It was excruciatingly slow, likely thanks to the god-awful 2014 internet. Or maybe it was her warped perception. The results began to load in and-
Nothing.
Nothing.
NOTHING.
That didn't make any sense. Why was there nothing? There should at least be results for that search. Somehow, this result was more terrifying than the alternative. How could there be no result? It had worked for Rose, why not her?
Oh.
It was almost as if something clicked in Morgan's mind, as it went through her frankly ridiculously large amount of information she'd memorized over the years from the show. The Doctor had been erasing himself from every database in the universe to get River out of Stormcage hadn't he? She remembered that much at least, it had been sometime in season 7. So, logically, the original website that Rose had found back in 2005 wouldn't be visible.
That at least somewhat made sense if she was to assume the rules of the show applied here.
Or alternatively, the Doctor didn't exist in this universe and Clara and Danny just happened to be here.
Not impossible, just highly unlikely. Or perhaps not. How was Morgan supposed to know?
Perhaps more important, Morgan wasn't quite sure how she felt about either scenario. Were both possible scenarios for an alternate universe? Because that's what this was wasn't it? Another universe. Where everything was the same yet almost imperceptibly different. Where Danny and Clara existed simultaneously along with herself and her father.
Whatever the case, the Doctor might not exist here. Or he might.
Morgan wasn't sure which option was worse.
One part of her- the adventurous, naive part wanted it to be true. It wanted the universe where the Doctor did exist, where she would be able to travel the whole universe and it would be incredible. The whimsical, fairytale-esque adventures, an escape from her stress-filled mundane life. Morgan had always wished for something more. She never seemed to be satisfied with the life she lead, no matter what the circumstances.
Perhaps also, she held tightly onto the naive hope that any fantasy world would be better than her own. It was almost like an intrinsic need for an escape, and maybe that's why Morgan often found her fantasies so much better than her reality.
But behind the hopes she clung to tightly, there was the harsh reality. The logical part of her, the one that held some sense of self-preservation.
She didn't want to die.
She realized that now, with death as a possible future option.
Morgan did not want to die and she was terrified of that possibility, even in everyday life.
And well, travelling with the Doctor? That never ended well.
The options weren't exactly flattering, either; she ended her adventures early and chose to go back to her old life, one where she'd never fully be able to shake off the what-ifs of missed opportunities. Or, they were cut short by her untimely death. Neither option was appealing.
The universe held as much death as it did life. Possibly even more so. Balance required both, after all.
Maybe it was for the best, if he didn't exist, then she didn't need to resist temptation.
Because that's what she would have to do if he did exist. But it was better if that was not the case. She could go on living her life and reminisce on how somehow Clara Oswald and Danny Pink from a tv show that no longer seemed to exist had one day become real. She could look back on this and smile, or laugh.
Normal may be boring, but normal was safe and normal was stable. And that was what she needed.
At least, that's what she told herself.
And well, normal was all Morgan had ever known.
Or well, anyone, had ever known.
Normal may seem boring, but normal was real. Normal was grounding.
Yet Morgan hated normal as much as she hated the opposite.
Morgan let out a long sigh and leaned back into her chair, letting the wheels carry it away from the desk. She stretched until she felt the satisfying pull in her back and then collapsed back into her previous position. This was weird, definitely not normal but- But once she got used to it, once she settled into the new routine, everything would be fine.
Everything would be fine.
It would become the new normal. Although it would be a bit annoying without the proper technology she was used to. But she would survive. And most importantly, she would live a relatively regular life.
All of the new thoughts crowded inside her head. Morgan looked over them all one more time. And then she buried them deeper.
Maybe she could live in ignorant bliss for a few more days.
Morgan was running, her feet hitting the pavement methodically as she powered forward. The wind slammed against her, almost like a wall, slamming into her hair as she sprinted to class. The cold should have been a shock, if it had been any other day, her mind would have been preoccupied with complaints and grumbling about the cold and how she had forgotten to bring a jacket. The problem was, that was not at the forefront of her mind at that moment.
Danny had to have a meeting that morning, so he couldn't drive her to school. And her father, coincidentally, because the universe found sadistic pleasure in conspiring against her, had also had a meeting. Of course, her father had neglected to wake her up or inform her of this ahead of time.
Generally, Morgan appreciated not being woken up at 5:30 am, but a little heads-up would have been nice. Morgan continued to grumble as she ran, both under her breath and in her thoughts. Unfortunately, this likely did not do any favours for her growing shortness of breath.
Morgan's heart pounded in he readers, her uniform and some random coat she had haphazardly thrown on that morning strewn across her shoulders. She had woken up with her alarm, which was set to 8:00 am. But, the problem was, as all of her possible rides to school were currently preoccupied, she had to walk to school that morning. Which was 5 or 6 blocks away from her house.
If Morgan was honest, she wasn't entirely sure what was actually considered a block, but she would go with her estimate for the moment. Morgan liked to pride herself on her estimation skills.
And her uncanny ability to lie to herself.
But, back to the more pressing matter at hand, Morgan was going to be late. Which was not ideal, since she had worked all of last night finishing an obnoxiously long English essay. And no, she hadn't exactly procrastinated per se
Ok, maybe she had left it to the second last day, which was arguably just as bad.
But that wasn't important right now.
What was important, was focusing on keeping a steady pace, and getting to school on time. She could do that, at least.
Hopefully.
A few minutes later, (Morgan was terrible at telling time), she had finally arrived at the school. Morgan collapsed to her knees, panting.
It was 8:28. Two minutes until she had to be in class. Morgan sucked in the last remnants of any energy she had, one last burst of energy. She began blindly running groggily towards her English class, with shallow breaths and a foggy mind.
And was pulled very suddenly back into reality as she collided with one Clara Oswald.
The world stood still for a minute as Morgan's mind came back to reality to process what was happening.
Then everything came slamming back down, hard, Papers and well, everything, including Morgan's essay, went flying. Morgan fell backwards to the ground with a resounding thud. For a few seconds, light danced across her vision as she blinked the disorientation away. Her thoughts swam for a moment before she could really think straight again. Then as reality came crashing down, pain shot up, a dull throbbing beginning.
Morgan hoped to god she hadn't broken anything. She wouldn't be able to deal with that when she inevitably was forced to make an impromptu run to class again.
Morgan slowly wobbled up, regaining her balance. Then her eyes widened as she took in the mess around her, and Clara's disgruntled look, the papers scattered everywhere. She started to quickly and hurriedly pick up all of them in a short panic, piling them together messily.
Clara's eyes widened immediately after as well, her seeming to have finally clued in. They almost seemed to bulge out, which explained why the Doctor was always going on about the weird thing that Clara did with her eyes. Thankfully, the throbbing was starting to fade.
"Oh my god," Morgan said, her hands flying her mouth in disbelief, "Shit, I'm so sorry Ms. Oswald!" her voice quickened as she dragged her hands through her hair roughly in a slight panic, Morgan's eyes widened in panic again at a pointed look from Clara "I was running a little late and well, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." she took a steadying breath to slow herself down for a moment. "You aren't hurt or anything are you?" Morgan flicked her gaze back towards Clara, who besides looking a bit disgruntled, thankfully didn't seem to have been hurt at all. Letting out a breath of relief, she handed her the stack of now messy papers.
"No, no it's fine Morgan!" Clara said, although Morgan feared her sigh meant otherwise. She gave Morgan a mostly reassuring smile, although the slight annoyance behind it made Morgan wince.
Clara then finally finished fixing the papers into a more organized stack, letting out her very own sigh of relief.
"These things will happen," Clara paused for a moment before continuing. "Although I'm a bit more worried about whether or not you're hurt, you took a pretty hard fall there" Morganwinced, but then gave Clara what hopefully came off as a reassuring and convincing smile.
"No, no I'm fine," Morgan smiled again, this time a bit more genuine.
I'm always all right.
Is fine time lord talk for not really all right at all?
Because then I'm all right too.
Her smile faltered slightly at the reference, her vision clouding over slightly, but Morgan brushed it off. Now was not the time.
Turning back to look at Clara, Morgan's heart skipped a beat, her breath caught in her throat and she froze.
There. In the distance, something was moving. Somewhere behind Clara, it looked familiar, almost like-
"Sorry!" Clara interrupted, stepping in front of Morgan, blocking her view of whatever it had been. Whether she noticed that Morgan had been staring, she didn't say anything. But her actions were enough. "You know, I just remembered, I left the lesson plan..." Clara trailed off, the excuse dying on her lips as she too glanced toward the figure in the background. She shot a glare behind her toward the end of the hallway, but the figure moved out of sight before Morgan could properly see what was going on.
Mogan narrowed her own eyes to the shadow in the distance, as if that would somehow grant her x-ray vision to see through the hallway's wall.
It didn't.
"In the break room!" her words were staggered and forced and painfully slow. Morgan almost scoffed at the painfully obvious contrived and forced response.
Clara began to walk away, down the hallway, and Morgan almost didn't notice in her distraction.
"Wait! Ms. Oswald!" Morgan called in slight panic after Clara's receding figure. Clara turned around at Morgan's voice, giving a forced smile.
She did not want to be there.
She had somewhere else to be
"What is it Morgan?" the annoyance was no longer hidden in Clara's voice, and Morgan winced at the biting tone.
Morgan forced a smile on her own face, "I just wanted to give you my essay that was due today!" She blinked innocently, widening her eyes slightly.
Clara's mouth hung open for a moment as she thought of what to say. She kept glancing behind her again. And Again. And again. Students had started to pile in, obscuring the figure at the end of the hallway.
But Morgan could still see them out of the corner of her eye, and it was quite hard to miss them with the way Clara kept glancing backwards.
Way to be inconspicuous.
"I just gotta get this, I won't be long! Five minutes at most!" Clara said through gritted teeth, rushing away towards the end of the hallway, heels clicking on the hard floor. How the hell was she able to wear heels all day? With the probable TARDIS trips and-
Oh.
"Wait! Ms. Oswald!" Morgan scrambled clumsily towards where Clara's form was quickly retreating. "Sorry to bother you again," Clara gave an acknowledging nod, although she was doing nothing now to hide her annoyance, "But what day is it today again? I kind of forgot…"
In all honesty, that was probably the most terrible excuse Morgan had ever come up with up to that point. Hopefully, Clara wouldn't read too much into it.
Clara's immediate suspicion and raised an eyebrow at Morgan's question quickly melted away into her practiced teacher smile.
"Wednesday."
The next Wednesday was decidedly calmer. The birds were chirping merrily in the trees beside her house, the leaves rustling lazily in the soft morning breeze. Most importantly, Morgan didn't have any big essays due, and Danny had been able to drive her to school that morning.
So no untimely collisions with English teachers, and no awkward conversations.
Well, maybe that last part was wishful thinking.
Morgan was walking towards her locker, humming some random tune to herself as Clara passed her on her way, smiling and waving. She was wearing her normal outfit, a two-piece suit without a tie and a beige cardigan on top. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing strange.
Morgan waved back, smiling widely again at Clara as she passed her. When she finally made it to her locker, she swung the door open abruptly, blocking some of the annoying irritatingly mind-numbing chatter that filled the hall. Honestly, at that point, Morgan probably wouldn't even be able to hear the fire alarm over all that noise.
Her hands brushed the cold metal as she heaved her bag into her locker. Or rather, tried. It took her, to her best estimate, at least five minutes to shove her bag into the tight locker and get out all of the stuff she needed for class. And throughout those five minutes, there was a lot of shoving and panting and cursing and threatening murder at various inanimate objects.
So, a typical Wednesday.
When Morgan had finally finished, she let out a sigh of relief. Collapsing against the locker, Morgan finally let herself indulge in the peace. She let her muscles melt into the locker.
Finally.
At last, she could relax from numerous unsuccessful attempts at shoving her bag into her locker.
Honestly, at least it was a pretty good workout.
Morgan was fortunate;y startled out of her impromptu workout by Clara.
Clara who was just coming back from the teacher's lounge right then, bringing all of her stuff. Decidedly much more flustered than before. Not to mention the fact that her entire outfit had changed.
In lieu of pants, she wore a pencil skirt and a simple gray blouse, her cardigan nowhere to be found. Morgan frowned at that. There had definitely not been enough time to get all of the materials and change.
Clara paused her hurry, to give Morgan a bright smile, although her hair was still decidedly dishevelled.
"Your locker bringing you trouble?" Clara asked. Morgan simply nodded solemnly.
"Yeah, my locker never seems to want to cooperate. I have a theory that it is likely secretly conspiring against me, along with my backpack and my jacket," a pause, and Morgan prepared her next words carefully, "Is that a new outfit?" Morgan added slowly, trying to gauge Clara's reaction.
Clara froze almost imperceptibly and went silent for a moment too long.
"No," Came her too quick and overly defensive reply, "Why would it be?"
Morgan narrowed her eyes for a moment before deciding to lay off.
It seemed Morgan wouldn't be getting much information out of Clara at that moment.
"Oh, must just be because you left your jacket in the office," Morgan provided the excuse with ease, "Just looked a bit different that's all."
Clara's tense shoulders visibly relaxed as she let out a small sigh of relief.
"Yeah, is it just me or is it a bit hot in here?" Clara asked, clearly trying to bring more credibility to her obvious lie.
Or at least, obvious to Morgan, who had started monitoring her much more closely on Wednesdays.
Morgan gave a sound of agreement, deciding to play along. Despite the fact that she had slight goosebumps going up her arm.
It was decidedly not hot.
"What are we doing today in class Ms. Oswald?" Morgan changed the subject. Maybe the best way to figure out whether or not Morgan's hypothesis was correct, was to lower Clara's guard and then strike when she least expected it.
"Oh, today we'll be continuing on our project" Clara explained and Morgan nodded along. Yeah, that made sense, hopefully, Morgan would be able to finish that soon. "And then soon we'll be reading Pride and Prejudice!"
Morgan froze.
Then she gulped.
Regardless of her thoughts on the somewhat drag that was Pride and Prejudice, her discomfort had nothing to do with that.
Pride and Prejudice. Also known as the book that the class had been working on during the episode 'The Caretaker'.
Which meant if the Doctor did exist in this universe, (which it was seeming more and more likely that he did) Morgan would be meeting him soon.
Which meant she would have to leave her little bubble of lies soon.
Morgan wasn't sure what to make of that, or if she was ready.
Or whether she would ever be ready.
The next Wednesday, it was decidedly a more cloudy day than the previous. Morgan was staying after school, her father still at work, and Danny had a meeting with all of the other Maths teachers in the Math Department office. So Morgan was left in the teacher's lounge after school.
Alone.
It was quiet, almost uncomfortably so. Morgan tended to prefer when things were quiet. It offered space for her thoughts to run wild, and fewer distractions for her many loosely legal plots.
But then, just as there was such a thing as too loud, there was unfortunately also such a thing as too quiet.
An eerie quiet, when even her own heartbeat was jarringly loud in the wide empty room. There was no one there, she was alone. And yet, somehow, that made her feel more watched than when she was with other people.
Maybe it was human nature.
Or maybe Morgan having space for her thoughts to roam free was not necessarily a good thing.
Nevertheless, Morgan needed something to do. Her fingers were twitching, the silence somehow the loudest thing she had ever heard. An oxymoron, but true nonetheless. As her eyes wandered, she itched to do something, anything other than sit still. Then, her gaze caught something by the window, in the corner of the room.
A piano.
Slightly dusty, which made Morgan's heart pang a bit in pity.
Untouched, yet waiting there for her at the edge of the room, sunlight glinting off of the edges as the clouds began to dissipate.
It was obvious that no one had touched it in a while, maybe never. And maybe, ironically, that was what made it so perfect.
Morgan stretched her fingers and set them down on the keys, laying down carefully on the rickety chair. She paused for a second, fingers hovering gently over the keys. Hesitating.
What should she play? Should she even be playing anything right now? Shouldn't she be doing English homework right now?
Probably.
But if Morgan knew anything about herself, it was that she'd never forgive herself if she ever did what she was supposed to be doing.
Life was more interesting that way.
Thankfully, Clara only gave moderate amounts of homework.
Clara.
Morgan relaxed her wrists stretching and cracking her fingers mimicking all of the many tv shows and movies she'd watched over the years. It wasn't as if she actually knew what any of that did to her hands, or if it even helped. She had pitiful technique when it came to the piano.
Her fingers begin to glide across the keys. Morgan closed her eyes as she hummed the melody and let its soft tune encompass her and fill the room. Most people would say that Amy's theme had the most fairytale feel than the rest of them. Morgan disagreed. Morgan found Amy's to have a much more mournful yet still curious feel about it.
Clara's on the other hand, which she was playing now, was different. Although Clara had never been her favourite character (or teacher) Morgan found that her playful rhythm most resembled that of a fairytale.
Morgan continued it smoothly, then restarted it, just to play it again. Oddly enough, Morgan felt she always had to play a tune twice to fully appreciate it. First to get into it, the second to notice all of the small minute details, and fully appreciate them.
Right as she was about to switch to 'I am the Doctor', a voice startled her out of her trance. The music stopped abruptly, cutting off at an awkward point, the dissonance jarring, as Morgan accidentally went off-key.
Speaking of the devil, there was Clara, standing behind her.
"Morgan!" Clara said, "I didn't know you'd be here…" she trailed off with a short laugh.
Morgan tilted her head to get a better vantage point as Clara stood there by the door to the janitor's closet. She was standing, tense, her hands at her sides and her feet bouncing a little as if she was ready to run. And there, just behind her, behind the window set into the janitor's closet's door-
Was something in the distance, barely visible behind the glare of the light.
Something blue.
"Oh yeah," Morgan shook herself out of her trance, peeling her eyes away from the closet door, "Danny's in a meeting with the other Maths teachers," Morgan offered absentmindedly as she glanced back towards the door, her heart skipping a beat.
She couldn't help herself.
Morgan craned her neck, squinting as she tried to make out exactly what was through the door's window. Clara shot her a suspicious look, making Morgan cough awkwardly and quickly turned back towards Clara. She didn't want to seem too out of place.
"That's Mr. Pink to you," Clara said, although it was less scolding and more playful in tone. Morgan gave a small smile at that. Morgan had to wrack her mind quickly to figure out what they had been talking about to properly form a response.
Danny's in a meeting with the other Maths teachers.
"Oh yeah, Mr. Pink, sorry…" she trailed off.
There. By the door.
There was something moving-
Morgan adjusted her glasses a little as she squinted at the door. It was coming from behind-
"That was a lovely piece you were playing,' Clara interrupted, "What was it?" Morgan sighed and almost shot a glare at Clara, but caught herself before she could. The piece?
Clara.
But she couldn't exactly tell Clara that, now could she?
So instead, Morgan went with:
"Oh, it's just a theme from a tv show that I watch-"
Before Clara could question further, the door swung open. This caused Clara to jump a little, but she righted herself as Danny tumbled in through the door. Clara tucked a piece of her bangs behind her ear as Morgan looked up from the other door to the janitor's closet.
Standing up hurriedly, Morgan smoothed out her skirt. She made sure her bag was secure and pulled her curls back into a half-hearted ponytail.
"I finished my meeting Morgan, we should be off now," Danny said, gesturing with his thumb towards the hallway as he went to leave. Morgan nodded and stood to follow. She wouldn't have time to investigate the closet today.
She would do that later.
Clara smiled and waved at her as Morgan left.
"See you then, Morgan!" Clara called out to her, "Have a lovely rest of your day,"
Morgan turned to face Clara and give her an acknowledging nod.
"You too Ms. Oswald!" Morgan replied with a semi-false grin and wave of her own.
Judging by the fact that it was Wednesday, Clara would most definitely have an exciting rest of her day.