Protruding beyond the upper edges of the blankets were two skulls!
They were outside, breathing heavily, before they realized they had moved. Henry stared at the still open door, at the black hole through the white wall. It was the first time they had seen the aftermath of death. For their people, there were places into which bodies were placed. From them they vanished like all other refuse.
Shaken by the horror of it, they plunged into the forest in panic.
The sun dropped behind the ridge; the air chilled. Bones or no bones they had to find shelter for the night. Fire, naked flame, they never had seen or knew existed. Heat came from the walls of houses, with warm clothing and blankets.
Henry's lips firmed. Dead ones or no dead ones, they had to find something to keep them warm during the night.
Another house appeared. With fast beating hearts they entered. It was now warmer inside, but still chilly. They would still need coverings.
"Stay here," Henry said.
He strode into the nearest bedroom. Without stopping to look around, he stepped to the bed. Closing his eyes, he snatched off the bedding and fled into the livingroom.
Together, crouched in a corner, the bedding around them, they spent the night.
Sleep did not come immediately. Henry stared into the darkness, reviewing the day, putting together what he had discovered.