"We can't go into it recklessly," Sonny reminds, though he certainly understands. If it were one of his sisters out there, one of his close friends, he doesn't think he'd have the patience to do anything other than charge in head first. But the forest has been known to change, and there's no telling what's out there other than Credence.

A torch might read like some fire-and-pitchforks witch hunt, which is something Sonny hadn't exactly thought about. Dealing with victims of abuse and trauma is his forte, but the finer parts of this particular situation are ones he's entirely unused to.

"Without light, he'll only see shadows looming in the dark," he reasons. "It'll only take a second to grab one on our way out."