"Nothing with you is fun!" Clara was filled with anger and tension, and wanted nothing more than to slap Missy and shove her off a cliff. At the same time, Missy was something familiar. Something she could recognize in a place that had become painfully unfamiliar to her. There were conflicting thoughts and emotions in her head as she looked up at Missy, nose wrinkled and her mouth moving out of a tight line to form a thoughtful pout.

"You can dance with anyone here." It sounded defeated, as if she had given in for just one dance.

"We're going to have to have a talk about your attachment to me."