I've been walking around again. But this time there's not any silence that I can comprehend. Things are outside my house.... my house. Trespassers, that's what they are, yes. I am here.
As I went to the window to look at my little trespassers, I saw nothing but a little car driving away and...
A girl, about 3 years of age, say in front of the little car. She was a beautiful child, blonde hair in a pony tail... Deep in thought. She was picking the petals off of a little white daisy... Why would she be doing that? She's tearing that poor daisy's petals off... Killing it... What did it ever do to her?
The girl has no mercy... Should I?
