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                   It  was  a  curious  fact  that  no  matter  how  many  lives  she  had  experienced,

                and   no   matter   how   different   those   lives   were,   she   almost   always   had   her
                phone  by  the  bed.  And  in  this  life,  it  was  no  different,  so  she  grabbed  it  and
                sneaked    out   of   the   room   quietly.   Whoever   the   man   was,   he   was   a   deep
                sleeper and didn’t stir.

                   She stared at him.
                   ‘Nora?’ he mumbled, half-asleep.
                   It was him. She was almost sure of it. Ash.
                   ‘I’m just going to the loo,’ she said.

                   He mumbled something close to an ‘okay’ and fell back asleep.
                   And  she  trod  gently  across  the  floorboards.  But  the  moment  she  opened
                the door and stepped out of the room, she nearly jumped out of her skin.
                   For   there,   in   front   of   her   in   the   half-light   of   the   landing,   was   another

                human. A small one. Child-size.
                   ‘Mummy, I had a nightmare.’
                   By the so light of the dimmed bulb in the  hallway she  could see  the  girl’s
                face, her fine hair wild from sleep, strands sticking to her clammy forehead.

                   Nora said nothing. is was her daughter.
                   How could she say anything?
                   e  now  familiar  question  raised  itself:  how  could  she  just  join  in  to  a  life
                that  she  was  years  late  for?  Nora  closed  her  eyes.  e  other  lives  in  which

                she’d  had  children  had  only  lasted  a  couple  of  minutes  or  so.  is  one  was
                already leading into unknown territor y.
                   Her  body  shook  with  whatever  she  was  tr ying  to  keep  inside.  She  didn’t
                want   to   see   her.   Not   just   for   herself   but   for   the   girl   as   well.   It   seemed   a

                betrayal.  Nora  was  her  mother,  but  also,  in  another,  more  important  way :
                she  was  not  her  mother.  She  was  just  a  strange  woman  in  a  strange  house
                looking at a strange child.
                   ‘Mummy? Can you hear me? I had a nightmare.’

                   She  heard  the  man  move  in  his  bed  somewhere  in  the  room  behind  her.
                is  would  only  become  more  awkward  if  he  woke  up,  properly.  So,  Nora
                decided to speak to the child.
                   ‘Oh,  oh  that’s  a  shame,’  she  whispered.  ‘It’s  not  real,  though.  It  was  just  a

                dream.’
                   ‘It was about bears.’
                   Nora closed the door behind her. ‘Bears?’
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