Moira let out a weary sigh, her frustration evident in the way she scoffed. "Honestly, don't tell me you've forgotten about me. How long have you been sleeping?" Her voice carried a mix of exasperation and hurt.

Aaron blinked, trying to process the situation as he sat up. His gaze followed Moira as she walked over to the bathroom, grabbing her toothbrush and other personal items. He couldn't help but notice the grace in her movements, the way her long hair cascaded down her back. It was a moment of surreal beauty, a brief respite amidst the confusion and uncertainty that surrounded him.