"I found her," he said. "Wandering alone in the desert. Confused. Hurt. Suffering. She had not died when she entered the fovea, but she had been driven loco . She could no longer perform her healing magic—the gift God gave her was gone. She could no longer care for herself. I was going to take care of her, to take her in. But my friends in the rebel movement insisted she be sent to El Norte. She had family there, they said. She would be safe. But she was murdered, just the same. And now she is dead, and here you are."