Maria sleeps for the remainder of the day, seemingly unaware of Zack’s scorn toward her. On the other hand, perhaps she simply did not care what Zack thought about her. However, the way she’d frequently hum to herself and daydream inicated that she was not really paying attention to the world around her at all.

The following day, she got up early and moved outside to get some fresh water. She has paid no attention to the way her wound from the other day is pussing up, nor to any dangers that are present in her path. Nonetheless, she manages to obtain a bucket full of water without any problems, but a large tarantuala hitches a ride on the side of her bucket as the woman pulls it away from the river.

The frail woman stumbled forward with the bucket, simply heading back to the house without noticing her hitchhiker at all. She sets the bucket down on the table near the stove and faintly grins.

“And the waters shall cleanse the sins of the world..”

Maria softly humed to herself as she patted the bucket then loudly yelped as the tarantuala bites her, having become aggitated by her actions. Maria whimpered in pain and then slumped to the floor, not knowing what to do.