Mouth set, lips pursed, betraying no emotion, Rosy listens to to Concordia. She looks around at the other girls, determined not to let anyone start a panic. There will not be a repeat of last year. It was safe, everyone was calm, and it was not Sy.

"Well, clearly too many people think they're funny around here," she says, plucking the silly string from her hair. She's clenching her teeth so hard she feels like they're about to crumble to dust. "You think our curfews are funny, too? Just to give us something to do in case we're bored in the middle of the night?"