[She slowly finds herself crouching over near her mother's body and gently reaches for her shoulder. It's still warm, too.

Almost instinctively, she starts to shake the shoulder very lightly as if it would wake her up. She knew by the amount of blood on the floor that it was impossible, and yet she could not help it. She knew this body was lifeless, and yet.]

Mother, wake up. I have to ask you something important. Please do not be angry for me disturbing you.