As if in response, the wind outside picks up, howling its way into the room, and with it a wash of new snow. Dan fights to get the door closed a final time. The only one focused on Anna is Justin, his face swollen now, and a furious sorrow in his eyes.

Dan moves heavily toward the fire.

“Where would you like me to put her,” he says. Slow and even.

Karo drops the necklace back against her collarbone.

“I don’t know. My office or some other room. Someplace safe.”

“You can’t just leave her lying on a bed,” Justin says. “We have to put her where it’s really cold.”

Karo blanches.

“For God’s sake—” Maeve says.

But Dan nods.

“The walk-in,” he says.

There’s a beat. He means the freezer, Maeve realizes. The walk-in deep freeze back in the kitchen. She turns, appealing to Karo rather than Dan.

“No,” she says. “No. You cannot leave her to freeze again. You can’t. It’s inhuman.”

“Where else are we going to put her?” Justin’s voice is growing louder. He’s almost shouting. “What if we’re here for three more days? You know what will happen—”

“That won’t happen, someone is coming for us,” Maeve says, cutting him off, her own voice rising to meet his.

“—she’ll rot.” Justin finishes, and there’s a hard silence. “She’ll rot anywhere it’s even a little bit warm. You think you can live with that?” he says. “I can’t.”

Sadie’s eyes well up again and Maeve turns, helpless, searching for any other support. Sim looks over, but he doesn’t rush to intercede. He flips the knife in his hand, twice, then sets it down.

Back to business.

“Justin’s right,” Sim says. “Even with the power cut, it’s still cold enough in there. It’ll be subzero for days. And it’s safe.” Then, to Justin: “But you don’t have to be an asshole about it.”

“Everyone was thinking it. Everyone was—”

“All right,” Karo cuts in finally.

A hand on Maeve’s arm. It’s Dan; the hand is meant to be a comfort. No—to quiet her. It’s too heavy, his grip too tight. She shakes him off and turns away.

It is Sim and Dan who actually move her. Anna.

Maeve corrects herself: Anna’s body. Karolina’s instruction is to lay her out on a low shelf in the freezer, where it will be coldest, not on the floor. She sends Sadie to fetch a bedsheet, clean and white, to cover the length of the body. For whatever kind of dignity might be possible. They wrap her up before lifting and carrying her away, and for a moment there’s only the muted shuffling of their feet. Their voices, a low murmur.

Then they shut the door.