"Yeah." She's been cautious, talking to them, but she'd had to ask the inevitable question, where are we? to someone. Beth jerks her head toward the kitchen, waiting for the woman - not old, but solidly an adult in a way even Maggie wasn't - to go first. There's no reason to stand out here in the front hallway, if she's normal. "It's like they're looking right through you."

To what, she's not sure, but that vacuum cleaner salesman who wouldn't take no for an answer had done the same thing. "What's your name?"