Over the vast and endless night sky.
A little girl dressed in a semi-transparent white cloak, resembling two mystical wings, guided her across the bright moon and pale clouds. In less than half an hour, she reached the bustling city district.
Ella Thompson found a secluded spot, folded her white cloak, stashed it away, and quietly blended in with the city's nightlife.
She caught a taxi and returned to the apartment left by Norman Linton.
After taking a hot bath, she slept until dawn...
...
"Ring-a-ling--"
The phone in the living room rang.
With a foggy mind, Ella Thompson got up, shuffling in her slippers. She stroked her messy hair, walked into the living room, picked up the handset, and heard the urgent voice of Brandon Cliff on the other end, "Is this Ella? Are you home?"
"...Mm, I... am," Ella Thompson yawned groggily and affirmed sleepily.
"You really are home!"
