Petra nodded her head and pushed her fingers through her hair, glancing at the clock above the fireplace. It wasn't working, the hands hadn't ticked forward the whole time they'd been there and she just reclined back into the couch and rested her head against the cushions, looking at John out of the corner of her eye. "New year, new start, like you said. Put last year behind us. It was a crap year, all things considered."
Her lips curled up in the corners and she closed her eyes, feeling a twinge of sadness in her chest, what changes was she going to make? God only knew. "Some things I want to do I know I'll not have the chance," she offered, "and as for other things? God knows. I need to figure it out. I've got some time before the end of the year yet. And I'd not dare fall asleep in his lectures. I value my life, and my hair."