Months drift by, days blend together until Jessie forgets herself and all concept of time washes away in a sea of training and hunting.
Her escape plans become simpler and fewer until finally she forgets there was anywhere other than the compound the outer tree's representing the edge of the known world to her.

She fights a lot, a deep seated frustration she can't pin down in her head bothers her and makes her prone to aggression. Somethings not right... something uneasy...

The last couple of weeks after her training she'd been picking at the feeling in her head as she lay alone in her cage, the others were bad and did bad things.

Were there once good others? The angry one's with sticks that hurt, they reminded her of something...old.

Then out of the silent dark Jessie hears something falls like a hammer through her mind, breaking the fog...