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It was 12:33, and in the darkness something stirred. It shuffled in its seat, before taking another small slurp of wine. Lucy sat on her chair in the darkness and waited, her eyes straining towards the window. Every click and shift would cause her to perk up, and prepare to take up her position. But the door never unlocked, and Lucy would remove her hand from the light switch. So Lucy sat, and waited some more, hands at the ready. A pair of shadows from the street worked their way along the walls, passing over the smiling pictures and generic souvenirs, and Lucy observed them carefully. But the shapes eventually disappeared, and Lucy was alone again. She sat in stillness and silence for a while, before allowing herself to relax a little, and let her mind wander. Thoughts of sunny days out through sprawling woodlands and drinks in small, breezy cafes filled her mind as she reclined a little in her chair. Picture perfect: a portrait of happiness and contentment, hugs, kisses, they were all there. Yet something had slipped. Something had changed in him. And as she thought this, the woods and the cafes evaporated once again. She hauled herself upright again. 12:46. She scolded herself for being so easily distracted as she regained her concentration on the window. A car slowly drove past the house, briefly engulfing the room in light, and Lucy flinched as it passed over her. For a second, the room took up the appearance of a funhouse, as the bookcases and chairs distorted, bright white and twisted across the walls. The
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