"That's fine," Sam says. She'd taken Janet up about an hour ago so she could get the house back together--now that Janet's more mobile, the hut suddenly seems a lot smaller and stuff piles up everywhere. And things get lost easily, too--the space under the couch looks like an accretion disc of toddler detritus like blocks, pacifiers, crayons, plus the cat's collar that's been missing for three weeks. "How was fishing?"