He saw shadows in every corner he looked, so after startling for the fourth time, he stopped looking, worrying more about tripping on missing stones. Ahead of him, Dinah was focused and tense, judging by the curl in her tail and the constant flicking of her ears. He didn’t disturb her with any more questions until they reached a street he recognized, though he wasn’t sure whether it was because it was the first street he’d been on before or if it was simply now light enough for him to make out the familiar pattern of the houses on it. Dinah turned before he would have, though. “Isn’t it up that way?” He pointed. She followed his finger. “If you want to walk in the front door,” she said. “There’s a back door?” She nodded. “Come on.” They walked up a narrow passage between houses, around a yard and up a neglected grassy patch that had once been a park.
