Evelyn struggles to keep hold of her umbrella, but they are wrestling it from her with ease, almost as if she were a person made of straw. She can’t hold on. “No!” she screams frantically. “Please! No! Don’t take it! You can’t! The darkness will get me! IT’S GOING TO SWALLOW ME, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!”
But they pay her no mind, and they are gone almost as quickly as they arrived, taking her only protection away from her. She begins to tremble violently. She knows what is coming. It’s the shadow; the darkness. So black that everything else is lost. She will be lost, too - she knows it.
Sure enough, she sees it beginning to creep toward her, nearer and nearer. She knows it is no use now. She won’t be able to get away. The terror grabs hold of her as she watches the tips of her fingers disappear into the darkness, and she lets out one long, solitary scream, which ends in desperate sobs. She can see nothing. She can smell nothing. There is simply, nothing.
Then, she sees a tiny gold light.
Followed by more. And more and more and more until she is surrounded by beautiful golden light. ”This is what I’ve been running from?” She asks. “Oh, but this is beautiful!”