The sun is setting, and
a car appears in the distance.
Inside is a 24-year old, a 7 year old, and an imaginary sister.
Lenore, exhausted, stops the car outside a farm that looks like it hasn't seen a drop of water in years, and promptly flops back onto the hood of the vehicle.
She's tired. She's hungry. Her hands are shaking and she's sweating and it takes everything she has to keep it from happening, and within a few minutes, it subsides. There are a few lights on in the farmhouse, she notices, and so she checks to make sure Bridgette is still asleep before walking over and knocking on the door.
"Hey," she calls, hoping someone hospitable will open the door, "I've got a kid with me."