Uncomfortably, Scorpius takes a few steps over to the shed and lets himself sink to the ground against the dirty corrugated iron walls. Wild, tall grasses tickle his bare upper arms as he leans his head back and moves his bottom into a comfortable position on the hard floor. His gaze rests on a rotten pile of square timbers, without really seeing it, and he thinks of his mother, who has once again come into his life to make him feel utterly powerless.