The gardener said those words she'd heard those years ago. She willed it with everything she had. You, me, us. Us. "Take me with you," she cried in her heart. "Take me. Drag me down like you did the others."
But the lady in the lake was different now. The lady in the lake was also Dani. And Dani wouldn't. Dani would never. In fact, no one would ever be taken again.
But the gardener wouldn't know that. Not for a fact. Not for many years.
She only knew that she had crawled from the water, cold and wet and alone. And she stayed at the manor as long as she could, but the lady of Bly never walked again.
So the gardener left Bly. She traveled to America. She found work. And she lived her life. But she looked for her everywhere. In every reflection. In every pool of water. In every pane of glass. She looked for her.
And as the years rolled on, the memory of her face began to fade. It was the thing she dreaded most. But she never stopped looking. Hoping that one day, she would see her again."