I Believe While I Tremble; I Trust While I Weep

Sierra, as if in a dream, Betty Etzel drives. They ride in the backseat of her ancient Ford sedan. She's talking constantly. Sierra barely makes sense of the words. Her grandchildren. Why is she telling us all about her grandchildren?

She shows them inside her two bedroom house. My husband passed away several years ago. It's just me and Eustace my cat now.

Johannes and Sierra stand in the middle of the dark living room, she's explained she doesn't want to risk a light. I get off at 3am. Wait for me. And stay off the furniture, you're both filthy.