It Wasn't A Dream

Still no answer. I was starting to worry. But I heard something form the distance. A voice. Someone singing. It's like a hum of a song I know. A lullaby. A mother's lullaby. That's odd. No one was here. I continued to follow the footsteps, which made the singing even louder. I found a hat, covered with snow. I picked it up and recognized. Pierre's. My face went white. I bolted towards wherever the footsteps lead.
I saw him. But another figure ahead of him. A woman. I think. Long, wet brown hair covered her face. Her face was very pale. Wearing a long white dress. Like a nightgown of some sort. She was singing. The lullaby. A mother's lullaby. She was smiling, sweetly, not sinisterly. Like a mother guiding her child to bed.