Chapter LX: Fragments and Pieces
Liz drifts into slumber once again, her mind slipping into the realm of dreams. In the dream, she finds herself standing in a familiar room, one she has come to associate with warmth and security—Bennett's room. The dim glow of the desk lamp casts soft shadows on the walls, and the scent of old books mixed with the faint traces of cologne lingers in the air. Bennett sits on his chair, his fingers flipping through the pages of an old, leather-bound book.
"Bennett," Liz calls out, stepping closer. "What should I do tomorrow?"
Bennett glances up, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Calm down, Liz. There's plenty of time. You need to stay composed."
Liz tilts her head in confusion. "But there's so much happening. I don't even know what to focus on."
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