No, Daphne wouldn’t sneak anywhere.

Kit looks over her shoulder. Looks to her bedroom window.

She’s gotta stop thinking about Daphne.

“Kit?” Brandon asks again. “Who is Daphne?”

She looks to her desk, to where the Xanax Dana snuck her (she was worried about Kit; took it from her own parents; no parents needed to know, right?) is hidden at the bottom of a small pill bottle stuffed with cotton.

Does she need one? Even a tiny piece? She’s never taken more than a quarter before, and even that only twice. She’s heard about athletes getting addicted to pain pills. She knows the same can happen for medicine of the mind.

“I don’t know,” she finally answers. “I’m not saying anything. I’m sorry.”

“You can’t do that,” Brandon says.

Stewart doesn’t speak, and Kit sees some recognition in his eyes.

Hasn’t everyone at least heard her name? In the wind? In the echo of a word, even if not in the word itself?

“I told a ghost story the other night,” Natasha says. “It got to Kit. That’s all.”

Kit looks to Dana. But on Zoom, Dana could be looking anywhere.

“You told her?” Kit says.

“I’m out of here,” Dana says. “Peace and love. Life is short. Act like it.”

She signs off.

Kit can’t tell if that was directed at her. Was it?

She looks to the drawer.

The problem with drugs, she knows, is that drugs work.

“Same,” Stewart says. “We’ll get through this.” He gives the others a solemn peace sign and vanishes.

Brandon eyes the camera sadly and signs off too.

Leaving only Natasha and Kit.

“I’m gonna go,” Natasha says.

“Hang on.”

“Kit.”

“Listen…what do you really know about that story?”

Why is she asking this? Doesn’t she know how dumb she sounds? Doesn’t she know she’s just scared of where her mind may go and wants to blame it on something, anything, wants there to be an object so she doesn’t get lost in the blameless, rudderless confusion of panic?

“Aw man, Kit. I know as much as I said. It’s no different than a story about a creepy janitor who works at a camp or a crazy patient in a mental home. Honestly, it’s not like I’m holding out.”

“But where did you hear the story?”

“Man…I don’t even remember.”

But does she?

“When you told the story, I felt like I’d heard about Daphne my whole life but never thought to look into it.”

Natasha eyes the camera. Is Kit crazy, or is Natasha hiding something from her?

“Hey,” Kit says. “I’m not gonna freak out.”

Just saying it makes her feel like she might. Right here. Right now.

“Seriously,” she says. “You heard of her before, too, right?”

“Her name. Sure. Haven’t we all?”

“But can you remember what the context was? Why you heard it? What it was about?”

“Kit…”

“I just don’t like the part about not thinking about her. That…that…”

“Kit.”

Some force there. Natasha has never spoken to her like that. At the same time, she’s relieved to hear it. Natasha is insisting.