(It starts with a soft whine, then evolves into loud, terrified wails that ring around the Bostonius.)

(She pants softly for several agonizing seconds before the tears begin to burn and her breathing hitches.)

(She bolts up with a harsh gasp.)

*Nightmare... not real...*

*☆Not real... not real..?*

What on earth???

(Hartley is following Clark in)

Mr. ... Allen-

M-My word...

I suppose I should... have a chat with, uh... with Clara, when I return home...

Oh... oh dear...