[mirror]

[echo_my_life]

[The Mirror kicks in to show that the Chanter is on it's side. And there's a mess in this alleyway that the Chanter shows. It looks like blood. Off to the side is Echo, looking at the wall with the blood smear, oblivious that her hands are coated with it and her face has spackle on it. Off to the opposite side is a form that's moaning low, trying to crawl away and out of sight.]

Maybe it's a cow? Or a boat?

[She tilts her head in the other direction, still looking at the blood on the wall and ignoring the groaning creature. Or the fact that her shirt is badly torn and showing most of her skin.]