The dogs are howling outside, so we’re steeling ourselves on the inside. Someone is approaching the wall. You never know who it is, but every time the howls start, someone in here hears a voice they forgot about, someone whispering to them from the past. And maybe they’ll tell you something nice, or maybe something bad, but it doesn’t matter, not in the end. The augurs don’t never favor us. And maybe the voice tells them to come outside. That happens too. Sometimes they go, but most times not, even though they want to; the voices touch you, and they say you don’t sleep the same after. I couldn’t tell you; I never heard nothing. But the dogs are howling again tonight. And someone is approaching.