Deirdre McKinnon eventually was about to end her miserable life in the most embarrassing and ridiculous way possible.

She fell and was just reachable by the hound. She sensed that the savage hound was opening its mouth from the odious stench before she passed out.

In her fever, Deirdre seemed to be in a dream. She dreamt of a puppy wagging its tail, eagerly approaching her. It should be Bliss because it kept licking at her face. Meanwhile, her body temperature dropped.

Finally, the rain stopp