It is strange. This time Abby feels it in that same way Clarisse seems to, a sudden twitchy need to get up and move, do something. Go look. She stops tugging the boot and Wags actually lets it go because she isn't playing with him anymore. She's looking at Clarisse; Clarisse is looking intently at the entrance to the tent like she can see through it.

The dog whines and it cuts the silence.

"Okay," Abby says. She glances down between her and the dog where Ellie's boot is on its side, a lace all chewed-up and spitty. "I'll..."

Abby doesn't know what she's gonna do. She waits as Clarisse leaves and then she thinks to send the dog too, actually. "Go help," she tells him, holding the tent open so he can go bounding out, racing to catch up. And then she's alone, the last to actually get up. She hangs around for longer than she means to, folding up their bedrolls and waiting to be interrupted but nothing happens; she's late to breakfast but not the only one to take food away at this time, go sit down with a bowl of porridge.

Clarisse isn't there yet, though.