Prescott?

The name sounded familiar to Emma.

She suspired as she remembered where she had heard the name.

She had heard it first from the little girl. The little girl had called its name, when she had been conversing with the invisible being. Was the squirrel the being?

She stared at the animal looking up to her, and shook her head. Perhaps, there was another Prescott.

Her mind was intact. She was sure that she hadn’t see any squirrel around the little ...