The house is still a work in progress, but it's nearly finished. Sara's pretty pleased with her work. She's just about ready to pack up for the day, though, when she spots the girl through the window.

She looks lost, confused, and Sara wonders if her own face had looked like that when Greta found her. Wiping her hands on a rag, Sara steps outside, onto the small porch.

"Hey," she calls. "You alright?"