Jenna's mom ran out to the fields only to find Jenna weeping and covered in blood. She never would be able to console Jenna, so she just stood there, staring, listening, thinking of why this had occurred and how to make it better.

Jenna couldn't help but think about blood. She couldn't help but feel its warmth seeping into her skin. She couldn't help but feel its metallic taste flowing down her tongue. She couldn't help but see its rich crimson color taint the earth. She couldn't help but think about how beautiful Death really was.

Jenna thought about joining her flock in the afterlife; about how lovely it would be to regain her passion, her livelihood. She reached out to find something, anything, to put her out of her misery. That was when She appeared.