Kelty reached the forest again, and found solitude in the trees. She wiped tears from her cheeks, but it seemed her tears were undeterred by her attempt to keep her face dry.

They fell

and fell

and fell fell fell.

Grandaughter, said the Voice. Don't be afraid.

"I'm not afraid, Nan," she said softly.

Sweet girl, her Nan's voice continued. I'm so sorry I couldn't be there for you. I thought my weirdness was mine alone. If only I could have been there to guide you.

Kelty cried, but perhaps a little less.