Clara didn't know how long she had been inside the bathroom as the bathroom door was knocked several times. She came out from under the shower running her hair backwards.

-Clara, are you all right?- was Dixon's voice on the other end.

She blinked shaking the water droplets from her eyelashes. She was not well. She had gone over and over what had happened the night before and didn't have an answer to give herself. She was confused. She didn't recognize those voices, but even her blood boiled calling her to move in that direction.

He ran his hand over his slightly swollen belly. He had thought that the discomfort he had was because he needed to use the bathroom for physiological reasons, but no. This one still hurt and was uncomfortable. It felt hot and throbbing to the point of making him grimace. It did not feel good.

She turned off the shower, wrapped herself in a towel and opened the still soaking wet door with slow movements. Dixon on the other side stood looking at her, and didn't