The glass shatters and something in the attic flickers, and then flickers again. Something howls from inside and every canine in the Grove howls back, mournful and low, and the glass of the window quickly repairs itself with eerie cracks and crunches.

Inside, small hands pick up a book. Frustration flares, but while one child maintains the ritual above, they can at least investigate for a while. They need to get the other water, anyways. They pry the cover open. ... A... shared journal?



So they're all still trying.

It may take a long time for the others to notice, but in one of the early pages, there's a simple new addition- a very small, precise Why?