"I think I was wanting to bring back the owl again."
"It is dead, as is the dog, as is so much. No, don't climb down. Not that way!"
"Which way? Oh, look, my vagina is bleeding profusely! This is not normal bleeding. It's damaged! I'm damaged!"
"Yes."
"And the blood is on my hands."
"It will wash off. And you will get well. You are already better than you were."
"Why is the blood on my hands and vagina?"
"You've been mixing some of the blood from your private area. You've been putting it into your paint."
"That is strange, isn't it?"
"Yes my dear. It is part of the shock. Don't concern yourself with it. No one has seen this—just you and I. Please do me a little favor. Can you? Are you listening? The bookshelf on this side is not steady. I want you to slowly slide down to the other part of the room."