He opened his mouth to say yes, but then looked down at Seres, who looked completely eager for his parents to collect the sample of all the numbers. “If it’s something terrible, Seres is a quick runner.” he plopped their son on the ground, knowing he was not a fast runner and certainly was not with his son in his arms, “Maybe he just thought it was you. The Faceless Old Woman could have dressed as you for Halloween.” yeah. That was likely. She wrote things on walls all the time