Everything is so quiet without Isobel around. They tread lightly around her and stay out. Everything is going to get loud again. It's going to crash and scream.
It needs to give her back. Max was returned and slipped away into the night. This place can't have her too. Lines are not linear. They slip and break. The lines won't straighten out, not yet. Not when this place needs to spit her back out. Give her back to me.