...sort of like a rolling partition that was flung across the forest clearing as quick as a flash: they did not want to sully my eyes with the grisly scene of the othwr e e woman's murder. , but I knew when it hap- penes d d d, almost aa if s s I could see through the metal partitin on, and witnessed the spatter of blood as her throat was cut. I befa g g n to feel even more uneasy... I woke.