...stupid. It's...it's stupid. You're just going crazy, Hester. He says you're not but...he doesn't know everything. Does he? [She touches her forehead to the rock, curling her hands into fists before she pushes off of it to stand up. She's not dressed for this- a sleeveless blouse and a skirt, tights and plain black flats. Her tights are ruined, torn at the knees with little pinpricks of blood seeping through. It doesn't seem like she's even noticed.

She turns to leave, ready to go back to the school in defeat, but freezes when she spots movement by the bleachers.]

-Hello?