She’s sitting on the ground, her night dress pooling around her like silken water. Her hair, I notice, is mussed up more than usual. That is all I can see of her, though, so I grab her wrists and pull up hard. For a moment, she is suspended in the air before she reluctantly places her feet on the chilly ground. She immediately stops her wretched sniffling, but only so she can glare at me with certain defiance in her mud colored eyes.