My dad and I trapped her in an empty room, and she just keep angrily saying strings. Over and over, she never said anything else the entire time she was awake. We couldn't figure out what she meant, she didn't have any strings on her, we couldn't find any connection. And when we failed to get what she wanted us to understand, she got nasty. [Law will never forget that day. Not once.] She broke out of the room by beating down the door when we went for help. We didn't know what to do with her, she was strong and didn't respond to sedation. She broke my dad's arm like a twig when we tried to restrain her. And while we were trying to get the police out to the clinic? She grabbed my sister from where she was sleeping next door.

[Law sighs, it seems like such a long winded story.] She marched her back to us. Held her hostage while screaming out strings. Like if we were scared of her, we'd be forced to get it. But before she could hurt her, the same people that hired me shot her in the head and gave us the chance to get Lami back. They burnt her out back. She kept moving until there was enough tissue destruction from the fire to keep her still. They classified her as an anomaly, there was no sign of any of the expected paranormal causes for reanimation. And when they took her remains back with them, she was still going on about the strings.

[He's found some uncomfortable connections to that since joining his workplace. The birdcage killer is still on the run, unable to be caught.] I couldn't really go back to small town doctor work after that.