I spent a night beneath the collapsed cloister. I don't know a single saint's name, but I still pressed my hands together in front of the half-worn face on the wall.

• HannaThey say sounds move under that wall at night. If all you got was numb knees, count yourself lucky.
  NinaThere was a sound. I decided I hadn't heard it and knelt even more properly.
• EdgarI covered that patch of dirt again in the morning. It's not a place that should keep footprints.