[deep breath and then she settles back into her story.]
Well, not to long after the "incident," an old couple decided to pick some herbs early one morning while the fog was still lying thick over the forest.
And as they were looking for herbs, they could hear a little girl's voice echoing in the trees.
Mostly, she was just crying, but then, sometimes, they could hear two words amongst the sniffles. Just two words.
"Help me!" she cried, over and over again!
But they could never find the girl. No matter who heard it, she was just forever crying, "Help me..."