Far away from civilization, wind blows harder than it ever had outside of the cabin. There's snow, so much that you can't tell the earth from the sky. So much that, when you step outside, you feel as though you've stepped right into the void.

It's perfect for Henry. Not only is it hard to find someone who doesn't want to be found, it's even harder to do so when they're hiding in the void.

Having killed Bunny was his intention, yes, though he miscalculated the physical toll murder could have on a person. And so, a retreat away from Hampden, away from the greek class, was ideal.

THUMP

The person had stumbled into his cabin, violently, as if scared the void would swallow them whole. He couldn't blame them, their car had stopped working, they had said through unclear rambling, and they seemed barely conscious.

Correction, they weren't conscious anymore, having passed out right on his recently waxed floors.

After two long days of sleep, the stranger had finally woken up. Henry was at his desk, re-reading his annotated copy of The Iliad. He'd heard the shuffling of the blankets cutting through the silence.

"You know, one would usually ask before staying the night at someone's home. Yet you've been staying here for two nights, and two days, without asking at all." He told them, his voice holding only a hint of amusement.