It took Katelina most of the night to put everything away, mainly because Jorick kept distracting her. She wished he'd put as much effort into the garbage bagged window in his old shrine. Every time she went past, the bag was flapping noisily in the wind and she sent him to fix it. The fifth time she fetched the tape and did it herself.
She finished and surveyed her work. She superstitiously felt eyes on her back and turned, but there was nothing but an empty wooden chair. It sat in the center of the room, facing the blood stained wall, as though inviting a ghostly spectator to sit and watch the replays of old torture.
Jorick appeared in the doorway. "What are you doing?"
"Fixing this, since you can't!"
He rolled his eyes. "I have. Several times."
"Right, and it keeps coming untaped o
