Saoirse tucks her lips between her teeth when the light switch fails to turn on any bloody lights. She's about to suggest finding the breaker box, if only to make their lives easier, but then there's that sound, and she looks up at the attic hatch.

"Probably it was the squirrels," she decides. "Probably Teddy doesn't even exist, right? And she's just got squirrels in her attic, and, and maybe a dead body or two, who can say?" Her imagination is starting to get the better of her, but why else would Mrs. Finch refuse to call animal control but be more than willing to get a Bee-a-deer trap for a bloody raccoon?