He rolled his chair across the room and grabbed another vine. Suddenly, a quiet chiming sound filled the room. "Should that vine be singing?" Azoom whispered as the vine hummed something that sounded like the national anthem. "Don't worry, this is one of the few things Daithi is good at," Henrietta muttered. "Rude!" Daithi snapped back as he gently began to brush the two vines against his arm. "I also make an excellent German cheesecake, and that's extremely tricky with the water bath and ingredients." The vines suddenly stabbed Daithi, driving their points into his skin. Henrietta and Azoom flinched, and Daithi rolled his eyes in a get-over-it manner. "Ugh, disgusting!" Azoom exclaimed. "It's not disgusting! How dare you disrespect my natural bodily functions," Daithi snarled as the vine seemed to suck up the Changeling's brain like a vacuum cleaner. Henrietta turned to Azoom. "No, you're right, it's totally disgusting," she said. "You should see what he does when he wants to stream movies online." "I understood about one-third of that sentence," said Azoom. "Okay, using my brain to switch on its neural network," Daithi said, and one of the screens, an old wooden television from the 1970s, switched on, revealing a black and white field. "Why am I still here? I am dead. I must move on," the screen said in a pleasant voice that was neither male nor female. "We have a few questions," Henrietta answered. "I know nothing, for I am nothing," the screen said. "Now that can't be true! You're able to communicate, which means you must be something! Who created you? A good fairy or a bad fairy?" Henrietta asked briskly. "The boy created me, from a hole in his heart. I am a punishment," the screen said. The image of the moor changed into an empty dingy room, the walls covered in peeling wallpaper. The only furniture was an ornate gold-gilded rocking chair. "Oh, come on! A kid like that couldn't just magically make a Changeling," Henrietta interrupted, and the screen made a faint growling noise. "Who's your mother?" "Best not to agitate it. I'll lose the connection," Daithi said, mildly. "I am a child of no one. I am a doll," said the screen. The screen was still focusing on the empty room. Henrietta retrieved her phone from her utility belt and began to record the screen. "They're lying. I'm going to have to push a little," Daithi winced as the vines pulsed, diving deeper into his skin. The screen flickered, and the abandoned room changed. There was now a woman sitting on the chair, dressed in white furs. Her long muddy hair was pinned in a massive pile on top of her head. She was staring at nothing in particular while she scraped jagged lines into the chair's arms with her long silver nails. The bottom of her face was hidden by her fur jacket, with furious red eyes flickering about the room. "This one's feisty; they're really fighting me," Daithi snarled, and the screen exploded in a shower of white-hot sparks. The air smelled of burned flesh and wood, and where the vine withered and squirmed, throwing up a pile of white ash. "Well, I think it's fair to say you finally killed it," Azoom reassured Henrietta, who kicked at the ash with one foot in frustration. "That screen was expensive, you know! You owe me six favors and five hundred dollars!" "You stole that monitor from an electronics store. I owe you nothing," Henrietta pointed out as she grabbed Azoom's arm, steering him to the rope ladder. "You better not come back for at least a decade!" Daithi screamed, yanking the vine out of his arm as Henrietta climbed down the ladder. "I'll see you at Auntie Grian's birthday next month," Henrietta replied, and Daithi snorted with annoyance as they disappeared.