Poe's done the rounds. Checked in. Learned about the murders that happened while these people had him wherever they had him. A week, vanished, like smoke, and he wakes up to people dead at the hands of someone trapped here just like them. He needs to clear his head. The stars are starting to come out--he's learned their names by now, their constellations, the fact that supposedly there's no life orbiting any of them. That's hard enough for him to believe.

He settles the ladder against the side of the house, clambers up, starts making his way toward the peak, where he usually sits.

He doesn't get all the way there.

Vertigo hits him, so abrupt and powerful that he's not even aware he's falling. The world swoops, dips, grays around the edges-- and then he has a giddy freefall sensation and the vertigo is gone, and there's the edge of the roof, slipping past. The ladder tips over backwards, and Poe follows it fast toward the ground.