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It happened, perhaps, while Everett was sleeping. Or maybe he was doing something else, any of the tiny mundane tasks on a neverending checklist that only amounted to staying alive.
She was somewhere far beyond all of that. Mostly, she existed; she looked at things but didn't see them and she thought of nothing at all. Her eyes would catch sometimes on pretty things, pretty moments, but when the words came to her she could only think: what's wrong with me? What's happening to me? And those thoughts scared her. So she did not think them. Nothing was wrong with her. Nothing was happening. Everett was with her.
No. No, she was... alone? The quiet was suddenly deafening as she looked around and saw only the frozen gently-swaying wilds, and her heart was in her throat and her fur was growing cold, why cold? Why... oh, oh no, no —
Blood; blood in her fur, on her face and streaking her throat and across her shoulders, and she could smell it now and feel the drying pieces clinging to her and her throat seized. She vomited into the snow and tasted blood, and saw more drying on her paws and her legs. Everywhere. It was everywhere, and she was afraid. Not for herself. She was unhurt. She looked again and saw no sign of Everett, and wished for a moment that she could retreat back to that dark, quiet place where nothing was real and nothing mattered.