"W-Wilson..." Clara said his name in a murmur.

"Clara," Wilson answered, very slowly.

Clara stared into his eyes, her stomach sinking. She could not read his mind—how much did he hate or love her?

"Are… Are you out of the hypnosis?" she asked with a shaky voice.

"Yes," he answered.

"So, now…" she parted her lips nervously, not sure what else to say. Should she ask him? Did he still love her? Did he still want her?

Facing him, she panicked slightly. When she made up her mind to bring him o