Lester felt trapped. He didn't have a shift at the hospital today, which meant he'd been in the house all day — though he did not feel stuck until he had no option to go outside and be in the cold, after the implosion. He sat on his bed and read penny dreadfuls, looking out the window at the piles of snow and wishing for an escape.

Hello? Is anyone home?

Lester heard her voice and skittered out of his room, having recognized it. He stood in the doorway of the parlor and blinked at her for a second. He was struck dumb. He couldn't call her Sloane. This was Sloane behavior, but he could not call her Sloane.

So instead Lester said something that was probably inappropriate, "Sadie?"