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Ellie felt the cool space next to her before looking up at the engraved wood atop her four poster bed. She had been sleeping in fits. Her eyes kept sneaking glances at the opposing door she had closed. It had been counterintuitive. She had spent so much of her life racing that she had learned to practice in her mind so when the final stretch came to her she was already to start edging out her competition. She knew how to check all of her mirrors in case someone was trying to pull a fast one on her. Ellie could with a sliver of hood be able to angle her vehicle in a way that it would make her impossible to pass until she had crossed that final finish line. But this wasn't really a race as a car was much easier to control than Henry.