After 18 grueling hours Jacinda is in her bedroom, barely cognizant of her surroundings as she opens the wardrobe to fetch her pyjamas. Tova O& #39;Brien is there, crouching between the hanging clothes "CAN YOU CONFIRM THAT DAVID CLARK IS NOT GETTING A CHRISTMAS CARD THIS YEAR"

She slams the door closed, heart hammering in her chest. Clearly overdoing things, been a & #39;mare of a day. Turning to a chest of drawers, Jacinda pulls out... Tova O& #39;Brien, eyes glinting with dark intent in the lamp light "WHAT COLOUR WERE DAVID CLARKS BIKE SHORTS"

look just pretend I did a bunch more of these then it ends with Jacinda seeing Tova in the mirror instead of her own face or something