That thin, humourless smile was back, and she stared at some point slightly past Sam's ears with a gaze that was disturbingly blank.

"I made him curious, once," Una said, her tone quiet and abstracted. "That's how we met. He got curious and he decided he just had to have a look around..." She raised one hand to her temple; the other rested still against Sam's neck.

She blinked, and when she looked back at Sam, the blankness was gone, replaced now by something a little too much like grief. "I'm sorry, Sam. I'm sorry it happened to you. I thought—"

"It won’t happen again," he'd said. "I promise. Not to anyone else, and not to you. I won’t let him."

She shook her head to clear it. "Never mind what I thought." The cold sharp feeling was worse now. Then: "...warned me?"