Gwen finally stopped the water and dried herself well enough to slip into her cat pajamas. She looked into the mirror and touched her now shoulder length hair. It was pretty, but she considered cutting it again. Her grand father and ‘Verdona’ were still talking, but she had not heard all they had said.
“He’s so handsome, Max. Just like you were! It’s a pity that’s he sick, I would love to talk to him.” Gwen opened the bathroom door, still towel drying her hair. Verdona looked at her and smiled, “And young Gwendolyn. My, my, you are lovely.” Gwen smiled and walked towards Ben. The fever was back and he was whimpering again. Gwen froze and quickly knelt next to him.
“Ben? Ben are you okay!? Oh god. Ben!” she shook him, trying to rouse him again. He didn’t respond to her.