"Where did they go when you left with the Dread Doctors?"

"...I'll sleep in the woods. You can check up on them in the morning."

"I don't trust you enough to leave you alone all night."

"Fine. You're the boss. Tell me where you want me."

"Can you just...not sleep tonight? It's not like you're even going to school."

Nod.

"I can stay up and watch him."

"Thank you. Do you need anything? You've kind of been doing everything around here..."

"Someone has to. Just some coffee, in the morning."

"Looks like it's just the two of us," he contributes.

"I'll make sure it's fresh."

He takes his leave.

"Just so we're clear. I do not trust you. I do not especially like you. I do not think it is a good idea to give you a pack, and if you give me the slightest hint of an excuse to do so, I will crush the bones in your legs to a fine powder."

"Got it."

It's a quiet night, after that.

Good. That was the goal.

The veterinarian is the first to stop by.

"Good morning."

"I hope things went well here."

"Dandy," says the boy, finally waking.

"No problems."

"The specimen is apparently conscious. The tank is still intact, but I'm afraid, given that it has unknown properties, this method of ressurection may not exactly be ethical."

"Gotta say, I'm okay torturing Nazis."

"I'm sure when someone whose opinion I care about brings up that point, we can discuss it. Ellie, can you tell me more about the known constraints on your abilities? Possibly somewhere away from prying ears."

"I'm limited solely by what I can pay attention to."

"If I ask for your help moving the tank to a more secure location, do you think you could do that without disrupting its continued function?"

"As long as it doesn't rely on any systems hardwired into the building."