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"Miss! Miss!" Thomas cried. Elle opened her eyes with a groan to find Thomas leaning over her, his little hands on her shoulder as he tried to shake her awake. "What time is it?" She croaked. Stretching, she turned onto her side and glanced at the porthole, frowning when she saw that it was still dark. "It's just after dawn!" Thomas said, sitting beside her on the narrow bed. Elle sighed, tugging the thin sheet more tightly around her shoulder. She had made it a habit to sleep as late as she could, not because she was depressed, she assured herself, but because it meant less time spent anywhere near Elias, and more time spent devising a