When Jenna awoke in her own bed, she wished that everything had just been a dream. She wished that her mother was safe. She wished that her flock was still here. But She was still here, watching over Jenna like her mother. Fear spread across Jenna's face in an instant, not faltering for a second.

"Well, my child," She whispered eerily, "Why are you afraid? Is the sight of your true mother so frightening?" Jenna was confused. Why was this random floating woman calling herself Jenna's mother?

"W... w... why are you calling y... yourself my m... mother?" Jenna asked in her anxious voice. "My m... mother is d... d..." She couldn't bring herself to admit that her mother was dead. She wouldn't admit it.

"Do you mean dead, dear?" She responds. "Well, that isn't wrong, but there's more to that. There's a lot more to that."