"WHY NOT? EVERYONE ELSE DID!" Her form flickers, splits, blends back together. For a moment, Agatha has two faces, two bodies. One snarls in rage and lashes out; the other hunches over, horrified at what's happening. When they rejoin, all she can think about is how she was left. Betrayed. Abandoned. Three hundred years, all alone. That hurt, that loneliness surge and the snow melts beneath her and old grass shrivels, turning dry and brown.

She refuses the words, the attempt to placate her. Again her form shivers and morphs, incapable of holding itself to one shape anymore. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M FEELING. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED." No one does. No one understands.