Justin lunges in from somewhere and grabs him by the shoulder, but Dan pushes him off. When Justin drops to his haunches and tries again, Dan wheels around on one knee and punches him, hard, his fist connecting to Justin’s jaw with enough force to send the other man reeling onto his back. From the edge of the room, Sadie screams.

Sim leaps between the two men, and Maeve finds herself on the ground, shielding Anna’s body with her own, as he wrestles Dan away and finally shoves him against the couch and holds him there.

“She’s dead, okay?” Justin’s voice, cracking, as he pushes up from where he’s sprawled on the ground. He spits into the fire. His saliva is bloody: a tooth has come through his lip where Dan hit him. “She’s dead,” he says again. He wipes at his mouth and then his eyes with the back of a hand. “You don’t have to break her apart! She’s gone. It’s too fucking late.”

He spits again, and the tooth comes free, hitting the stone hearth like a thrown pebble. Justin brings the hand back to his mouth—like he’s checking that this has really happened, he’s not seeing things.

“Holy shit, you knocked my tooth out—I lost my tooth!” He surges toward Dan again, but Sim pushes him back, keeping the two men apart.

“Stop fighting!” Sadie rises on her knees, the final syllable extending into a high-pitched shriek as though the sheer sound will call them off. But it’s Karo who stops it, shouting hoarsely over everyone—“No! No more!”—until the room rings with new silence.

Maeve pulls up from where she’s crouched over Anna and looks down. Anna’s eyes are open and unmoving. Maeve waits, staring back at her purposefully. Willing Anna to blink, her lips to tremble. Blink, goddamn it! Anything, anything at all to prove them wrong, show she’s still there. A hum rises in Maeve’s ears, the swoosh of her own pulse. There’s a long moment where it feels as though she is in a room of her own: glassed in, separate. Then she hears something behind her and turns to see it’s Sadie—rigid with fear, alone and weeping. Finally showing her youth. Maeve almost reaches out to her, thinking of the first strange moment they saw each other. What she needed was kindness—it’s what she needs now, but Maeve has failed at it all, every chance. She turns back to Anna.

A few yards away, Dan pushes Sim off and pounds a fist back against the couch—once, twice—but it all seems remote. Like something she can see from a distance, out of the corner of her eye, through water.

Anna does not blink.