"Go back to sleep, Fox." Her voice is a hiss. She moves in a frenzy. A blur of motion.

I say no more, lying back down, but I continue to watch her. All of her bedding is rolled up in her arms and she steps beyond the threshold into the hall. As she rounds by the door I notice the red stain that has bloomed against the white sometime during the night.

Fifteen, I think. I hold my hands up, counting first five fingers, then the next five. I close my fist and reopen it, letting my fingers wiggle out of my palm. Fifteen.

I don't tell anyone what I saw, not even Rabbit.