So glad was Claire for the reprieve that for a few moments, all she could do was breathe and wait for her wounds to heal. As painful as it was to receive the wounds, waiting for them to heal was equally as excruciating, pain and itches shooting through her entire body as her skin wove itself back together and vessels flowed naturally once more. She got up as soon as everything was in order, eyes resting on her assailant and on the strange-looking child who had bitten into the woman's shoulder.

Claire should have run. She knew that she should have run, but instead, she headed straight in the blonde's direction and pulled a kitchen knife (she wasn't even sure how it got in her hand, only that it was there, like the drawer back in home had managed to follow her to this place) out to drag through the boy's shoulder.

"Run," she shouted at the woman. "Get out."