[ Edward Little told Kate Marsh if Cornelius Hickey ever spoke to her again, then she had to come tell him. She didn't think it would ever come to it, with the two of them avoiding one another for the most part — but unfortunately it was one of those things that just couldn't stick. Downsides of living in a small, isolated town of like... seventy people, give or take.

She'd ran out on Hickey after their 'conversation', spooked into the snow and she'd only stopped for a moment to remember what she's supposed to do. The Lieutenant's words coming to mind: 'If he... says anything to you again, or if you feel threatened by him in any way, unsafe, you must inform me. You must come to me, if he speaks to you again. No matter the hour. Please.'

But she doesn't find him out on the streets of Milton as she runs through the snow, anyone she asks hasn't seen him and she doesn't stop to explain further. She tries his cabin, and finds it empty — out for the day. There's only one other place she can think of. He'd told her that he occasionally visits Mr Jopson, so she goes there next — hoping that he's there.

She scrambles up onto the porch, exhausted from all the running as the adrenaline finally wears thin. She was never that good in gym class. ]

M-Mr Jopson—? Are y-you there—? [ She knocks on the door frantically, calling out with chattering teeth. ] It's Kate M-Marsh? Is— Is Lieutenant Little there—?

[ When the door is opened, there's an out of breath and shivering teenager on his porch: unhurt, but visibly shaken and tearful and lacking a coat in this weather. She didn't even think to grab one. ]