When: 4th March
Where: Number Five
Who: @deedoublewho
The week felt like it would never end; between Dawn and Daphne, Clem felt restless with worry, distracted and unfocused, unable to concentrate on her work or anything else she might usually turn to to occupy her time. There was only so much pacing she could do, however, so she had picked up a few newspapers, turning to the pages filled with adverts for places to rent— she couldn’t keep putting off finding somewhere to live.
A distraction it did provide, but the search didn’t help with Clem’s frustration. All she had for her efforts were pages of adverts with crossed out homes— either because they were too expensive for her to afford on her own, or because they were so awful she could afford them, but did not want to. She let out a strangled of frustration, and dropped the newspaper down into her lap, wondering if she had bitten off more than she could chew.
