'Mary was friendly with Christine,' the strange woman, my co-walker said.
'Oh dear God! Did I kill her? Did I push her over the edge?'
'We did,' my co-walker said. 'We killed Mary like we killed Kate.'
'Kate fell into the lochan,' I said. 'She drowned.'
'Remember again.' My co-walker woman said. 'Remember what really happened.'
'We found her in the morning,' I shook my head, hoping to chase this terrible version of me away with her vile thoughts and awful accusations.
'Think back,' my co-walker said. 'Think of the night before when you were all under the Shelter Stone.'
I tried not to think. I did not wish to face the terrible possibility. I felt myself sinking further into the rock, so I became firmly embedded in An Cailleach. We were fused now, this great hill and I.
'Think back,
