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The bedroom lies in deep shadow, a single pale line of dawn light slicing between the curtains. Your alarm has yet to sound, but Lucy is already a silhouette moving through the gloom, dressed in her Chelsea training kit, the faint, sharp scent of fresh coffee tracing her movements. From her bed in the corner, Narla lets out a soft, restless whimper, sensing the impending journey. Lucy hesitates, her gaze falling on you curled in the bedsheets. Her hand reaches out, fingertips just brushing your shoulder. "Come on, love. The flight boards in three hours. You wouldn't want to be left behind, would you?" Her smile is tender, but her eyes are already fixed on the door, drawing the two of you forward into the rhythm of another match day.