Mrs Williams awoke with a startle, her bedraggled hair tied in knots and beads of sweat trickling down her wearied face. It had been a long night for her, and the proceeding day would be even longer. Mrs Williams' intuition was second to none; she was known by many as the insightful one, and right then Mrs Williams' intuition was telling her that something was wrong. Without hesitation, she hurried into her daughter's room in a fruitless effort to prove to herself that she was mistaken.
Just as she had feared, Mrs Williams arrived at an empty bed. Tears swelling up in her eyes, she collapsed on top of it, wishing as hard as she could that she had not kept secrets from Abigail. Though she knew that no wish however hard could put right this wrong, her tearful heart knew no reason. Pulling herself together, Mrs Williams sat up and started to wipe the tears away from under her eyes. Within moments of this she was out in the choking fog searching desperately for her daughter.
Hours of relentless searching seemed to get the desperate mother nowhere; not only was she lost but also weak and miserable. Her infinite sorrow was crushing her to point of madness though she persisted in searching, not because she had the tiniest glimmer of hope left, but because she knew that she would not settle unless she did. On she went through the mysterious moors, barely awake- barely even alive, for the unbearable sorrow had rendered her numb. Reality had become a distant blur, far too painful and far too remote to touch. Her expression was vacant and her skin a deathly white. Both were external signs of what she had become inside: a mindless zombie.
Far in the distance something caught Mrs Williams' eye; it was Abigail's red ribbon from her hair surrounded by bare footprints (she could tell that they were Indian). It was not much but it was enough for her to realise that the Indians had killed Abigail. Mr and Mrs Williams had worked alongside the Indians for a long while without ever completely trusting them. They had always thought of the Indians as primitive and savage so the sought to protect Abigail from their vile ways, but it seemed to have all been in vain. Mechanically, Mrs Williams set back to break the bad news to her husband.
