Once was coincidence. Twice was a pattern. Claire had made it very clear to Cissie that the two of them couldn't separate too far, that it was very important for them to keep one another in peripheral view; without being quite paranoid to keep Cissie pinned to her side, Claire was still well within earshot when another familiar voice and accent sounded from the side, the blonde whirling around with surprise.

What was going on? Were the island and New York melding together, the boundaries breaking down?

"Coraline?" Claire breathed, blinking as she ran her fingers through her hair. "Coraline, what are you doing here?"