It was dark. There was a long road Precious had been traveling for hours. In the distance she could hear sounds of birds. It seemed as if one was calling her name. "Precious. Precious," the birds seemed to say. Her body began to shake. She was terrified. She stopped to look around. There was no one in sight. Where am I? she thought. "Precious." The voice was beginning to become distinctive. She had heard this voice before. "Hello, who's there?" she hollered. She could see a figure emerging out of the darkness. "Precious." She watched the figure. It looked familiar. It looked likeA aA]a woman. "Precious," she heard Nicole say. "Nicole?" she asked. Precious knew it couldn't be Nicole; she had killed her, but something had happened because Nicole was coming after her. Precious knew she wanted revenge.