She called out. "Catya..." But there was no response. Again she tried, this time able to focus her still weary eyes on the lady dressed all in black ahead. Brede managed to halt the procession on her second call. It was indeed her friend Catya. She was leading Brede along the forest – rope in hand, she turned and smiled before cruelly tugging on the rope once more, forcing Brede to stumble forward.