It is time for bed. You are alone. A shadow moves briefly in the gap at the bottom of the door, but you remember your bedtime routine and you know what to do. Your parents left instructions. They will come back eventually, surely. You manage as best you can with what they told you, stepping through each item on the list while the house around you presents situations the instructions did not cover. Monsters are part of it. Strange circumstances are part of it. The question of where your parents actually went is part of it too, somewhere underneath everything else.