"Memories?" Gish asks slowly, shaking her head from side to side. Had it been insider her head? That would make sense, but she hadn't forgotten anything. The long night she had seem all those years ago was still fresh and clear in her head. Clearer now than ever before, as though she'd lived it all again. She didn't feel like anything was missing. In fact, it felt like there had been more to what it had shown her.

"I don't think so. I don't think it eats them." She stammered, but was cut off by the rustling of the brush as the thing floated back into view. She reached into her pockets and whipped out the first thing she found. She brandished the simple wooden flute like it was a legendary sword, never taking her eyes off the thing as it seemed to raise up its tentacles in supplication. "Careful. It's still a leech. And maybe a witch. Maybe."