[ Are they confessing? Abby sniffs, wiping his eyes on the back of his sleeve. He knows the Catholics do that. They go into a box and confess all the bad things they've done and a stranger forgives them, supposedly. He never grew up praying. He felt the spirits before he ever had names for what they were. They already know the bad things he's done. Maybe they forgive him, maybe they don't.

Maybe they understand, at least.

But: a dog. Abby swallows hard, watching Will. Keeping Jenny clutched close. She allows it. She knows when he's scared. ]

Winston - it's. Mhmm. A good name.

[ Names are important, he thinks. Nameless things get lost. ]

Not before. She's a cat. [ Cats walk their own path. But: ] Here, I - I keep her close.

[ He shivers. ]

Don't - mhmm. Don't want bad things to happen to her.