[Ford gives a sad sort of chuckle at the mention of the cat. If he were still journaling, that's the sort of thing he'd be tempted to draw. Or maybe Mabel would. He saw some of her cat-icatures. Remarkable likenesses. She's such a talented artist.

But the levity fades as quickly as it came.]

I don't think anything can contain Bill forever. Not if he doesn't want to be. He's very old, very cunning, and unbelievably patient. If there's a weakness, he'll find it.