Maya couldn't get more quiet, but it felt like she did anyway. Like with all things Maya the unplayed notes were the loudest, the lack of curious interest told of the dread and regret she was feeling.

Once Cam was talked down, and Imelda wasn't going to turn him into a cat toy, Maya ran, she ran and hid. Because she could only keep herself together for so long. She didn't think there was anything deeper cause she just couldn't deal.

Maybe if she could... then maybe...

Maya pushed those ideas away, long enough to find a question to ask, "Why is it here, weaponizing the dead?"