SHOCK was an understatement, Vivian was more than shocked. Her body froze where she sat up in bed, and the color drained from her face. She cringed as the figure in the doorway took a step forward.

"Yeah, it is me," Claire said, her lips curving in that smug little smile that sometimes made Vivian's stomach churn.

Vivian's hand clutched at the duvet.

"How… how did you get into my… my house?" Her voice wavered, caught between disbelief and panic.

Claire leaned lazily into her seat.

"Your house? Oh, Vivian… you really should be more careful with doors. People can just… walk in."

"W… what do you want from me?"...