"Oh no. No, no no no." Mia shuddered and shook.
She almost fell to her knees, but two policemen caught her under the arms and dragged her from the marked body.
"You're going to have to come with us, ma'am," one of them said. "The inspector will be speaking with you shortly."
"Nonononono," Mia droned.
"Let's bring her to the paramedics, first," the other officer said. "She's going into shock, I think."
"Mia!" her friend cried as the trio crossed out into the clearing.
"She'll be alright, ma'am," the first officer replied. "We're taking her to see the paramedics. She's going through a bit of shock, which is completely natural in this sort of situation."
"I'm surprised she's not overwhelmed herself," the second officer muttered.
"Let the inspector do the detective work, alright?" the other quipped.
"He's come to kill me before I can kill him," Mia babbled. "So the only way to save myself is to kill him first. But who's that man he's killed already? It can't be Gibbs, no, it can't. Gibbs is safe. Gibbs lives. He's my character. My story. My ending."
"What's she going on about?" one of the paramedics asked the two officers upon arrival at the parked ambulance.
"Maybe she has a mental illness," offered the paramedic.
"Can you check up on that from here?"
"No, sorry. Is she with anyone?"
The officers looked over at the inspector, still speaking to Lillian. "Yah, her over there. Says the cottage belongs to her, so Gibson is questioning her."
"Ask to bring her over, I need to know of this woman's medical history. What's you name, miss?"
"D-did he say 'Gibson?'" Mia stuttered.
"Mhm, he's the inspector talking to your friend over there. Now, what's you name?"
"Gibson, Gibbs. He's in danger! I think that, that thing is going to kill him! Oh my god, what have I done?" Mia started to hyperventilate. "Oh god, oh my. Please, no."
"Mia!" Lillian shouted as she rushed over, followed by Inspector Gibson. "What's wrong?"
"She's experiencing some acute shock," the paramedic explained while attending to Mia, who was now lying on the ground, quivering, legs tucked up in a fetal position.
"Mia, you need to calm down! None of this is your fault, just calm down. Please."
"Lillian," Mia whispered. "It is my fault. I have to act out the final chapter."