It was the blackbird. It was flying through the sky, and it was alone. It was a light and timid touch. And it was dismal as if the bird was lost. The light touch of the bird brought a tear to Sarah's eye.
Someone is dead.
Then with no control she let a hard cry. I'll never leave here now. I'll never be on the outside. I'll never see you again. Memories, as common, come into Margart's mind.