The boy took a small step forward.
"The house opens when everyone remembers."
Before Jude could ask what he meant, a woman's voice came from inside.
"Jude, please."
It was the real Layla.
"I'm waiting."
Jude moved towards the house.
Serena caught his arm.
"Careful."
He nodded.
Then he approached the entrance.
The woman who looked like Layla stood near the table, arranging the plates.
She turned as he entered.
"Finally."
Jude kept his distance.
"Where are the others?"
She gestured towards the chairs.
"They're all here."
"No. Where are they?"
She frowned.
"Jude, you're behaving strangely."
He looked at the thirteen plates.
"Why are there thirteen?"
"Because we're thirteen."
"Sol isn't included?"
The woman looked towards the doorway.
For a moment, her expression became blank.
Then she smiled.
"Sol doesn't eat with us."
The boy stood outside.
His face was unreadable.
Jude looked at the chair covered with pale cloth.
"Who's that place for?"
