With renewed vigour, Claire made her way to the bathroom and tidied herself up for the morning. It seemed pointless since she hadn’t seen a soul in two days, but it was a habit and it made her feel comfortable. Surely a little vanity was allowed, and washing her face and brushing her hair was hardly a luxury.
She turned back towards the room and took a step behind the screen. She froze mid-step, one foot in the air.
Where her chequered dress had lain the night before was now a mustard-yellow jumper dress. There was a pair of tights on the chair too. There was fresh underwear and a pair of beige ankle boots with little heels on them. Her heart beat faster. She could feel it thumping in her ears as she looked around. Then she ran to the door and checked it. It was locked. She ran back to h
