**Unknowns

I demand, trailing along in Dorian's wake. I exchange a confused glance with Sean, then realize suddenly that I'm the one confused, not anyone else.

Resting one hand at waist height in the corner on the windowless stone wall that serves both as external and internal structure of the cottage, he slides his fingertips along it. When he reaches the side of his mother's bed, he gives it a shove and continues counting stones.

Sean explains when I look to him for clarification.

I counter.