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Clara awoke with a gasp and her body lurches forward in bed, the pain instantly setting in from the past night's events. her atm wraps around her ribs as a wince takes over her face. With a slow deep sigh she begins to relax her bruised muscles. Her left eye was practically swollen shut, her head throbbed from the noise of the city and even the simple task of breathing was painful and daunting. She releases her ribcage and starts to scoot towards the end of the motel bed to get ready. Clara shuffles to the bathroom and turns on the shower before climbing in. She steps inside and let's the hot water massage the tension and pain from her muscles. Steam pillars up from her body as she stands under the showerhead, her hands resting against the wall to help support her and let's her mind wander.

An hour passes and Clara is out of the room and walking down the bustling streets of New York. She walks into a small dinner and slides into one of the empty booths towards the back.