A small cardboard box sits on your doorstep in the afternoon quiet. Air holes punched along the sides. A faint rustling from within. You ordered Soot three weeks ago. Told yourself it would help. Something small, something soft, something that needs you. You pick up the box. Inside, a tiny grey bunny barely the size of your palm presses into the corner, nose twitching rapidly. Its dark eyes find yours. It doesn't run. It just watches you, waiting to learn whether you are safe. Your neighbor Dorthea waves from her porch across the street, already curious. For now, the door is yours to close.