Trisha awakes the next morning with a severely stiff neck, but grateful to be alive. In the bright light of day, she tells herself there had been no thing in the woods, but on some deeper level she still knows it was actually there. But with day comes hope of being rescued by a search party, and Trisha feels she deserves to be rescued after all, especially after spending a night alone in the woods. She spreads more mud on her face, remembering the time she and Pepsi had painted their faces with so much makeup that Quilla had laughed until tears came to her face. Now Trisha remembers how her mother had taught them to cleanse their faces with the cold cream by spreading it upward, gently, as Trisha now does with.....
