Patty or Daryl rests in a small skeleton. Claire thinks about how small she is. It makes her feel vulnerable. She could shatter. She wonders at how tall Kati Roland is--almost six feet. She wonders if she felt less vulnerable in such a large skeleton. Probably not. Probably all the spaces the woman's skeleton contained, between her ribs, behind her teeth, in her pelvis, made her feel fragile. Claire touches her hip and then her stomach and thinks about Patty or Daryl. Her heart is beating fast. Outside, it's storming. The steel sky shakes and the palm trees bend. The sky looks like a huge gray belly restless children are trying to kick through. She thinks about David Roland trying to beat his way back into his wife's body and feels violently nautious. She gets up and run past the two men. She runs into the bathroom.