Hurrying up to her own feet when he starts to stand, Nel watches his face to make certain he isn’t dizzy changing positions. Then when he speaks of the spider, she looks to the jar as well and moves to pick it up, “...I don’t think this one will do anything,” else. She felt something of an Echo, but she feels no different for it and once more recalls nothing unusual.

Jar tucked under one arm, she walks with her grandfather to go inside the house and fetches the phone for him.