She wakes naturally when the boy does. She looks up through bleary eyes. **You again, strange man? I will follow my boy.** He wakes the girl and they go together into the kitchen. **Oh, I am tired. What, the leader is here too? She has dropped something.** Imagining food, she snuffles the floor. **It's still alive.** Wondering what exactly it is, she licks it twice. The taste of blood and cat saliva are hardly appealing to her. **Oh, there you go!** The little creature runs away. A church bell somewhere begins the gentle, dull bonging of the witching hour. The man is standing near the window, and she can see him as well as sense him. **I understand you are going now. Goodbye--