Crow wakes up, surrounded by mud, dehydrated and starving. He lies there, looking at the blue sky and listening to the nearby water, the insects, and the wind. He feels nothing but peace and joy.

Something that looks like a smile starts appearing on his face. At this moment, Crow realizes where he is, who he is, and why he’s lying on the mud. He starts sobbing.

He will die here. And that, will be that. He closes his eyes. Before fainting again, he very vividly day dreams the following.

~Crow is sitting on the grass, his back against a tree, looking at Alice, hypnotized.

“My god...”, says Crow, surprised at his own words.

“What ?”, says Alice, looking at Crow after having lowered the silenced weapon she was pointing at a scare crow made of hay. The broken stick, covered in mud, underneath it might suggest that it was stolen.

“G-great shot !”, says Crow with an almost sickening grin.

You make me proud to be human., thinks Crow.~