A whisper of ice in a river of night air wrapped around her, blinding her in the dark. She shivered, her bare shoulders stiffening in the cold like the torso of one who died too young; she wrestld with her consciousness, determined to saty rational, dispel superstition and see only what was really there...but what was that mist drifitng toward her over the field? What that quiet whisper of terror on the night air? Why was it sounding louder as she stepped back? What was it saying -- the sound... the sound...oh, no! No! ........ NOOOOO!!!!

She fled, clasping her hands to her ears, desperately stumbling back across the cold autumn field toward the lonely road where she had left the black carriage, seeking to escape the cruel whisper in the wind. But over, and over again she heard the dripping curse of its insistent words, ringing in her mind....

TOUCHETH IS THIRD PERSON SINGULAR, GODAMMIT!!!

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