She runs out of the door screaming, out onto the verrander and out into her garden. What was it that was making her scream? That grotesque form in her kitchen, that’s what. It had evolved into a monsterous being that had engulfed her mother into the tiniest crumbs. It left no trace of where her mother had been, the only thing that registered as human life was the finger nail markings in the old wooden table where the monster had ripped her away, taken her body and eaten her. The only sound that came from that house was the crunching of bones, the shredding of skin and screams as the mother was demolished, never to be seen again.