“The oven timer,” Clara answered, getting up.
“I have an oven timer?”
“I know, right?” Lucy said. “Who knew?”
That was impossible, unless she had ears like a dog, or read minds or something.
Check. Check. And…check.
Of course, he’d be away for three months, at a minimum. That was when the first transport was scheduled for supplies to be brought to Prometheus. Louis was hoping he’d be able to catch a ride back on it.
Hmm…so, he’s three months out, Clara is going to live in the apartment with Lucy and get all the stories, including the one on Lex…