Everyone else is still sleeping.

Even the baby—chained beside her mother when the girls claimed wounds from an infant specter—lies still.

Good John Willard snores softly.

A former town constable who refused to arrest the innocent, he will die with you.

So will fiery John Procter, whose skepticism has been a thorn in Salem’s side. His pregnant wife, Elizabeth, has been granted a stay of execution.

As the world awakens, you look round the foul cell that has been your home all during this hideous summer.

It’s almost a relief to be leaving it behind.