Anne smiled back, though less freely. She was still rather nervous and shy. Yet she was enjoying herself. That was, until...

She copied the step once again, but froze when she looked over Chéri's shoulder and saw a woman from her yard looking at them. Oh no! Oh no! She was dead.

The woman turned and made her way down the steps. Anne looked at Chéri with a look of utter horror on her face. "I have to go," she said. She let go of him and ran after the woman.

Her knitting lay forgotten on the bench.