Sixty Two.

Rex

Elsa sleeps heavily until I start to move away. As soon as my hand leaves her, her face screws up like she is in pain. But at least she wasn't saying his name anymore.

I had planned to speak to Oliver, and check to see if Rosa was awake, or if she had managed to get a chance to look at Lola’s bedroom. I needed answers and I wasn't going to get them lying here, yet I couldn't bring myself to leave her.

Instead, I settle for the remote and flick on the television. I had stopped paying attention to the reports that were coming from England. It was hard to know what the truth was. Oliver kept up with it for me, reading between the lines and keeping me informed.

I had asked him not to mention anything in front of or to Elsa, I wanted her to focus on herself first.

The first thing I see when I switch to the news is Finn’s blood soaked face. His yellow eyes stare at me through the screen. He looked like a psychotic monster. He talks about how they have won, that he now rules the U.K. Tha