It was nearly dawn when Jorick appeared, still covered in blood and dirt. He gave the room a quick once over. "You'll need to block the window." Then he retreated to the bathroom.

Her initial response was that she couldn't lift the furniture, but she could. In fact it was easy. When he returned, everything but the bed was in a stack. He blinked at the pile, then took his place next to her. She waited for him to say something about Malick, about his pyre. Instead he rolled ...