50. With a fingernail by Mia Botha

“You’re awake!” Nell shuddered at Alice’s pitch, but her enthusiasm was infectious. Jessop blinked slowly as he looked around the room. His eyes rested on Nell, “You’re here.” “I am, in a way.” Nell smiled at the old man. His face was so much more weathered than when she last saw him, yet endearingly familiar...