[She shouldn’t follow him. She does need to. Gripping her arm, bunching her sleeve as if that might hide the stain better, Aubrey hauls herself to her feet and takes his lead. It's not as though she didn’t want this....

[Her shoulders lower, despite herself, as trees give way to sanctuary. Streaked sneakers leave an ugly trail.]

Where are we going…? [Quiet. Even Aubrey doesn’t want to disturb these grounds.]