Exhaustion was setting in. Work had continued on like this for a month straight with no breaks. Slowly, the tossing around on the bed stopped. She started to nod off. The raised cot felt more comfortable now. She slept until early morning, when the nightmare began again. This time it was much more unsettling. Blackness overcame her. She was now experiencing the outer limits of her mind, as she penetrated through the freezing icy cold winds, entering a dark log cabin, and encountering someone called the Female Suffrage.