When she was seven years old, thieves were prowling around the house. She was hiding under a sofa and watching the light from the lampstand swaying over and over. It was so scary, she says, that she was no longer a girl. Now she is strong. She calls on her, but she refuses to answer. She even turns off her phone. Who was that talking to when she was calling? She even turned off the phone. She is crying. She says that girls are afraid of the dark. She begs her to let her go. If she still has any conscience, she begs her not to kill her. She tells her that her business is hers. She forgives her for her incoherence.