Frankie hesitated for a moment before venturing his answer. "Something's happening in this place," he said. "Everyone's changing. My friends, my parents' friends, my - my girlfriend..." There. He said it. They might not have talked about it, but that was what it felt like. He carefully made a hollow in the nearest pot with his fingers and packed more earth in around a sprig of elder. "I know I can't do much about it, but I can do this, and nothing's gonna happen to anyone else in this house if I can help it." He pushed the finished pot away from him with determined force.