Lacie walks in silence, brooding over her brother's disappearance. How could she not have known? She feels bad about it, and she hates when she's made to feel bad about something.... She barely notices when they arrive at the skull-adorned wrought iron fence, opening the gate to lead him to the door without a second thought.

Even before they've made it up the front walk, there's an excited barking, Beastie knowing his beloved girl-human is home. With its fresh repairs, the house is the best-looking one on the otherwise-dilapidated street. The porch even has stairs, now.