Lost Creek Hollow am i making you feel sick?

sparrow.
wren did not think it possible to love any man the way she loved her son. when she turns around to see him, her heart nearly shatters; it climbs up her throat and melts on her tongue as she lets out a wavering cry.
sparrow, she sweeps him into her arms, uncaring toward the muck which now spread across her chest. baby, why did you come with me, sweetheart? you didn't--
her name is called. never in a million years would she have guessed who she now saw stood in front of her, spiny as always; her, in this place, it was as if time had not passed at all.
shadow, her lips purse into a fine line, though not out of malice. she moves to allow sparrow to see her himself. she straightens, blinking slowly. shadow, i-- look, i-- i know this must be really weird for you, but i can explain. this. why we're... here.
some little seed of hope begins to sprout inside of her. maybe this was — good. maybe she could help.