When she feels Karo’s hand on her arm, Maeve raises her head, but Karo barely blinks herself. Just looks at Maeve, nods. Behind them, Sadie sobbing low: “I hate this place.”

Karo takes Sadie’s hand and tugs her away.

The door is still standing open and snow swirls into the room.

Maeve gets to her feet, wooden, to close it. At the couch, Dan rises to meet her. Sim stops him again, a hand on his chest, but Dan shakes him off.

“Fuck off.” He reaches the door at the same moment as Maeve and goes to shove her aside.

But Maeve just stands in the cold and thumbs the latch. “It works now,” she says. Quietly: “You fixed it after all.”

She steps out of his way. Dan pushes the door closed and it locks, and he opens it again. Closed, open, closed. Open. Trying to understand.

Sim lifts his face to hers and their eyes meet before she looks away again. She’s shivering. Dan’s shoulders tighten, but he doesn’t turn around.

The cold feels like the only thing. Maeve moves closer to the window. Outside, she can see a trail in the new layer of snow leading around toward the front of the building. The path is packed down hard, almost into ice, as though Anna tried the doors over and over again, pacing between them to keep warm.

When she can’t stand it anymore, Maeve turns to find they’ve all moved back, away from Anna—Karo, Sadie, Justin, Sim—all of them now sitting with their knees drawn in, keeping warm, their eyes fixed anywhere but on her body.

For a few minutes nobody speaks.

“She must have made noise,” Maeve says suddenly. “She must have banged on the doors, she must have yelled out.” The words burst out of her, hateful. “I mean, you can see where she went back and forth. You can see it.”

From the doorway, Dan glances down at Anna, then anywhere else. The back of the lobby. The front desk. The ceiling. Sim picks up his piece of bone and goes back to carving, the knife grinding a coarse dust that catches on his clothes. Karo plays with her necklace.

Maeve keeps on, louder.

“But no one heard her. None of us. We just slept through it all. Like fucking monsters.”

She grows cold at the thought and tries to push it away. Her eyes flick to each of them in turn, from Karo to Sadie to Sim to Dan. Then back to Justin, nursing his wound.

An accident. But really? No one heard her out there in the night? No one heard her knocking or calling out for help?

No one?