Monday evening

The sun is beginning to dip, casting long, orange shadows through the house. The "afternoon party" in the kitchen has wound down. Cherie is a little tipsy, her inhibitions lowered by the tequila and the lingering thrill of the supernatural encounter. She’s moved to the living room, ostensibly to "meditate," but she’s actually just sitting on the sofa, staring at the empty space across the room.

Chloe has finally come down, looking gorgeous and frustrated. She’s heard the rumors of the "Name" and is feeling left out of the family's new obsession. She’s currently in the foyer, checking her reflection in the hall mirror for the tenth time today.

The rumble of Chad’s truck in the driveway acts like a physical weight, instantly pulling the house back toward the rigid "order" he demands. In the kitchen, the air is still thick with the scent of agave and the electric residue of your name being spoken.