No Eating, Mamma

Will is gone, and so is the bag, but the scent of the dead shambler lingers. She changes the guestroom bedding and sets the nanny to scrubbing the wall where the bag was once wedged between plaster and post antiseptic. Jack slashes his hand through it and crows, we ad a beach mamma, until she distracts him with one of his shows. He asks after his uncle. How he used to ask after his data, but then will's departure seems to slip from his mind. They return to their most common configuration, a binary son, just the pair of the winging through the dark.