The Inhabitants Page #2

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Good night, hot stuff.

I have to feed them.

I'm waiting for you.

Dan! Dan. Dan.

Dan, wake up!

Oh, dear. I woke you.

No, I-I don't know

how she got in.

That's the point. We woke up,

and she was in our bedroom.

Yeah, okay. No, no, no, no, no.

- What?

- I'll call them.

The children.

Take care of the children.

My Norman.

My sweet, sweet Norman.

This way, Mrs. Stanton.

Such a nice girl.

- Too bad.

- I'm very sorry about this.

Apparently,

she just walked out.

So she made it

all the way here.

Well, this is what she knows.

This place, it's

what she remembers.

She must've walked

through the woods.

Without any shoes?

How far is that?

Um, they always kept a

spare hidden outside.

That's how she got in.

You might want to

change the locks,

all the same.

Gretchen said she didn't

even have any kids.

That just doesn't make any sense.

Then what was she talking about?

Babe, she's confused.

She's old.

I don't know. I feel like We're somehow

taking advantage of her or something.

Are you kidding me?

You saw her.

She didn't even know

where she was.

If it wasn't us that came

and snatched up this place,

it Would've been somebody else.

At least We're good people.

Give me one sec.

Okay.

Hello?

So that was Roger.

He wants me to

fly out to Chicago.

But I thought I had you

for the next week.

I'm sorry. Apparently There's

some client I'm supposed to meet.

It's really important.

Okay.

Sorry.

Hey, babe, I'm heading into

town for some supplies.

- You need anything?

- Nope. I'm good.

- Okay. I guess I'll see you in a bit.

- All right.

Where did you get

that weirdo book?

It's not a weirdo book.

I got it at the library.

You know,

that big building in town

with all the books in it.

Right, right, right. That place

with the words on paper.

- Yeah.

- Oh.

Anyway, so why are

you reading it?

I don't know.

Thought I'd try to brush up

on the region's history.

Mm. You know, just in case

our guests ask.

That's very smart.

Oh. Oh, babe, look,

it's our house.

It says here that the man

who built it in 1665,

Arthur march,

was a carriage maker.

Hence the name.

That's clever.

- You are such a dork!

- I know.

Oh, his wife, Lydia,

was a midwife

to the early colonists.

Hmm.

That's kind of cool.

Oh, babe, listen to this. Look.

"When a mysterious illness

"plagued the colony's children,

"Lydia was blamed for it

"and accused of

practicing witchcraft.

She was tried

and hanged in 1669."

Can you believe that?

Some kids get the flu, and

immediately it's a woman's fault.

What?

Just, I love

my little feminist.

- Well...

- So cute.

Yeah, just... It's a

little frustrating.

- I love you.

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