Grandma Redbird sits in her wheelchair as she ponders her troubles and fears. Then slowly, as tears come dripping down her face, she meticulously begins to roll herself forward, her face an impassive mask as she fixedly stares straight ahead. She draws closer and closer to the dark abyss of the lake. As her toes touch the tip of the water, she stops for a moment and breathes in deeply before, finally, easing herself and the wheelchair into the menacing ripples of the unknown.