Around us, the wet mist swirled. Somewhere in the distance, now nearer, now farther away, shapes formed: silhouettes of animals, elk, bears, coyote. Silhouettes of people; children hand in hand, old people bent and frail, and tall men, strong and proud. They all came and went, but none stood beside us.
"My people," she said. "They wait. For me."
And the mists swirled again.
"But before I go with them - "
Go with them? I cried aloud. You can't leave me, I-
I could hear the panic in my voice, please don't leave me here, please please don't leave, please...