Clem's presence outside her door reminded Emma of the string of unwelcomed acts she had undergone by the hands of his mother and twin sister. She also remembered that she hadn't seen him ever since that day. Did he travel? She queried herself, holding the knob of her door, and was about to turn it and open the door when she remembered that she had just been discussing with someone in her room, a witch whom she deduced wouldn't find Clem's company favourable. She had to hide her, or proffer a way of escape.
But as she swivelled with that determined thought, she found her room empty of any individual, apart from herself.
"Margo..." She whispered, thinking that perhaps the woman had taken cognizance of the impending doom, and had hidden herself.
But everywhere was silent. Everything remained the same, except for her window. It was open. It hadn't been so before. It had been shut.
