The first thing Anna woke up to was the dying light of her hearth. She knew she didn't need to sleep or eat, but she just couldn't help herself. The woman had taken her rabbit mask before she fell asleep, the strange loss of weight actually making her head feel heavier. Calloused hands gently caressed the heavy porcelain for a fleeting moment, a small frown on her paled skin before she lumbered out of her sagging home, making her way to the large pile of chopped wood that was covered by a tarp to keep the lumber dry. Constant rain poured in her lands, and it was always good to keep a fire going lest she die of the cold. Yet somehow, she was pretty sure she would not die, at least not anytime soon. Her mother and the Voice had told her that she would keep her hunting grounds forever. That should be impossible though! Everything died eventually. Grass, trees, the animals she hunted.. the predator was supposed to die also. But she hadn't. With a sigh, she put the thought out of her mind, mindlessly picking up a couple of logs for her dying fire. Some things had changed since she lived. The fire she tried to coax always stayed sickly, the rain continued on and on, and she could never see the sunlight. It looked like it was constantly nighttime, which would have prompted her to stay in her cabin and stoke the fire but the Voice said that she must hunt. The hulking woman made her way back inside, shaking any water droplets from her short hair. She then arranged her logs accordingly, trying to blow the fire so it caught on the dry wood. It weakly lit a single piece, which elicited a smile from her. Usually it would stay in the same dying state. The Huntress hummed her tune, picking out the unused lumber from her fire, deciding that the flames probably wouldn't get any bigger. Then, an idea popped up her mind, causing her to smile softly. She would carve for the Meg and the Claudette. She had a small knife for this very purpose, but she knew she would use her ax to carve out the general shape of it. Small grunts were heard from her home as she began hacking away at the wood, creating two smaller blocks of wood. She then brought her knife up, only to be interrupted by the harmonious sound of the bell. Phillip had come by for a visit! A large grin painted her face, and she set her tools aside before walking out. The treelike silhouette burned into existence.

"Hello."

Anna greeted, her accent thick and blunt. She moved forward to give him a big hug, the man wrapping thin arms around her. If he could, a smile might have graced his face.

"Hello, Anna."

A quiet voice whispered to her, which she giggled at. She hummed happily, gently guiding him into her home. After doing so, she pulled up a chair for him, sitting in her own with a smile.

"Learn words today?"

The woman asked, already reaching for her tattered English children's stories. Phillip nodded, waiting patiently for Anna to hand him a children's book. Once she did, he flipped to a page and scanned the words, finding something that would be easy for her. He then stopped, moving his chair beside her so she could read as well.

"Okay. Once upon a time there were four Rabbits, and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-Tail, and Peter. They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir-tree. Can you say that?"

The Wraith began, putting his finger on each of the words so that Anna would see which one corresponded with which.

"Uh.. Once upon time, there were four rabbits.."

The woman said, stumbling through the words but thankfully getting most of it.

"Their names were Flopsy-"

She smiled at the names, a certain sense of glee in her eyes.

"Mopsy, Cotton-Tail, and Peter. They lived with their-"

She froze at the word, her demeanor stiffening at the word. She looked between the book and the Wraith, tears absentmindedly beading at the corners of her eyes. Phillip stopped, his cold eyes saddening the slightest as he sighed.

"It's okay, you can skip that word."

He murmured comfortingly, to which the Huntress nodded and continued, her voice slightly strained with overuse.

"In sand-bank, underneath the root of very big fir-tree."

She finished, smiling at her accomplishment. The man patted her on the back, a lighter look in his eyes.

"Good job, Anna! I'm so proud."

He then looked towards the floor, closing the book. The muddled beginnings of her carving had caught his eye, and he looked to the Huntress.

"What are you working on?"

He asked. Anna brightened immediately, standing from her chair and picking up the blocks of wood, picking her knife up along with it. She hummed, beginning to shave out the outline of a fox.

"Carving for Meg and Claudette. They played with me."

She murmured, to which the man raised an imaginary eyebrow at. Anna was talking to the survivors. He had tried a long time ago, but his voice could not reach their ears. She looked excited to have human interaction besides him, and he was actually kind of proud of her for not being mindless like the Entity wanted her to.

"Really? What are you making for them?"

He whispered gently, which prompted a huge smile from the giant woman.

"Fox and flower. They will like."

She said proudly, and the Wraith smiled.

"Good. I'm glad. But I've gotta go for now, okay? I'll see you later."

He reassured, which she nodded at. With a grunt, they both got out of their chairs, the woman leading him out into the rain. With two chimes of his bell, he dissipated into the mist, Anna waving goodbye afterwards. She then turned on her heel, making her way back inside her hut. Her carving began once more, the sounds of humming filling her home as she worked.