"And city squirrels are assholes," she says, coming to her roundabout point. They're tenacious, greedy and brazen. If they've all run away from him, Rocky has to be narrowing in on the one that finally won't. She can imagine Frank avoids taking him through parks, depending on his own mood.

The cabin appears to be exactly the same as they left it, without any out-of-place details sticking out as they get closer. Rocky runs ahead of them, onto the deck to toss himself into the couch cushions. "Get inside," she chides him, then calls to him again once she's at the door. After a false start, he gives into the draw of her attention. He doesn't sniff out any unusual scents around her feet, nor stand alert at any noises inside, and Jess doesn't hear or sense anything either.

Once she lets him in, he does the bulk of the sweep in seconds, popping in and out of every room before returning to her. Jess switches on the lamp closest to the door and rests for a beat. She scans the room, satisfied it's undisturbed. Barring squirrel attacks, they can securely hunker down for the night. She gives Rocky a scrub between the ears, rewarding him for giving Frank back some peace of mind, and heads out to grab the couch.