“I have to go, thank you for the photos,” Blanchette says, grabbing her helmet.
“Where are you off to in such a hurry? Stay, I will make dinner,” Jerimiah says, wanting to spend a bit more time with Blanchette.
“You start dinner, I will be back later,” Blanchette says.
“Ok,” Jerimiah says, confused.
Blanchette drives straight to her grandmother's cottage. Blanchette gets to her grandmother’s cottage and sees that no one has taken care of it, the windows were broken, the door still kicked in, the pile of shrine nothing but garbage now, weathered.
Blanchette walked around the cottage and to the lake, looking around for the wolf.
“This is stupid,” she says out loud walking back to her bike.
Before getting onto her bike, she looks around her one more time before putting her helmet on.
