Meanwhile, Cindy putters around the house, refilling the dog's food and water bowls and doing some general straightening up of the place. She's not about to get on her knees and scrub the kitchen floor, but she does fluff the couch cushions, open a couple windows for air and light, wash a few dishes and puts together a cup of tea and a sandwich for Ilde. Her stepmother would probably laugh at her right now for returning back to her old house servant ways, but that bitch is dead and rotting so Cindy doesn't spend a moment thinking about her.

She listens out for the running water to stop and for Ilde to come downstairs. One happens, but the other doesn't. It's enough to get Cindy climbing the stairs just in time to hear Ilde talking to a cat. Her face says all the confusion in the world is right here.