Pain. That was all.
She could not see. Only flashes of white like thunder crossed her eyes.
No. No! NO!
Neville.
She had to hold on.
Neville.
Her son. He was her son.
Neville!
Yes, he was her son.
She had to stay –
CRUCIO!
Pain. That was all.
She could not hear, save for her own screams.
She had to keep fighting.
Where was Frank?
Gasp.
Cry.
Scream.
She could scarcely believe it was her own voice echoing in her ears.
Pain. That was all.
She could not feel.
Her body was going numb from the pain. She was shaking.
Her hands scrabbled at the – the dirt. Yes, that was what it was.
Why couldn't she see? She tried to make her eyes focus, to no avail.
Pain. That was all.
She could not speak.
Her body convulsed uncontrollably. She tried to scream once more.
Nothing.
Had her throat been ripped out?
She could not tell.
A voice broke through the silence.
Alice!
Who was Alice?
Alice!
No-one she knew.
Alice!
She couldn't help him. She knew not who Alice was.
Alice!
Alice was no more.