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A Black and White cab pulled up alongside the sidewalk, next to a newsstand containing prominent copies of both the Salt Lake Tribune and the Huntsville Gazette. Twenty-five-year-old Clara appeared depressed and weary as she got out of the cab. For a moment, she stared at the address held in her hand and then looked up toward the storefronts, which were situated just behind the newsstand. Finding her bearings, she walked past several of the buildings toward her destination.

Finally, she came to the Ambassador Hotel and walked inside. Scattered throughout the lobby were a number of plush and worn red velvet furnishings. Across from the reservation counter, an ornate staircase led to the hotel’s upper levels. Clara took a seat in one of the chairs facing a large velvet couch and waited. Emily had told her that she would come straight to the lobby after work.

“What am I doing here?” Clara sighed to herself and then added: “There was nowhere else to go.”

Clara was exhausted. She felt emotionally drained from the divorce, and having to leave Paul. It had also been devastating to leave behind the rest of her family, Samaria City, and everything she had known. But there was no way she could have stayed with Paul in the vicinity.

“For several reasons,” Clara muttered to herself.

Because she was tired, she propped her head up with one arm resting on the chair. She took a deep breath and looked at the red couch across from her. She felt her eyes start to look sideways at it, but was just too tired to move. The couch began to blur, as though one copy after another started to appear one behind the other. Suddenly, all she could see was a tremendous flash of light.