Slowly, Winnie folded her arms around him and held onto Thaddeus. Resting her tired head against his shoulder, Winnie looked into the distance. Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, she saw a little figure wearing a blood-red coat standing atop a grassy knoll in the distance.

Ruby Little raised one pale hand into the air and slowly beckoned Winnie with it.

“I don’t know what we do now,” Thaddeus whispered into Winnie’s ear as he held her.

“We do what I do best,” she whispered back. “We run.”

Winnie glanced up at the grassy knoll again, but Ruby Little had gone. In her place, was a pool of moonlight.