In the afternoon, Evelyn Ford saw the madwoman Yolanda Lawrence had told her about. The woman wore a tattered, black padded cotton jacket, her hair hung down like straw, and her feet were bare, not even protected by straw sandals. She left a trail of bloody scratches as she walked over the stones.
"Lily, Lily..."
Lily, the name on the madwoman's lips, was her missing daughter. She would lift a tent flap and run inside to search for any sign of her, only to be cursed at and chased out.
"Get lost! Why are you back again, you crazy woman? Come any closer and I'll beat you."
"Lily..."
She was shoved to the ground, surrounded by curses and pitying gazes. The woman timidly picked herself up and moved to the next tent to continue her search.
There were many, many more people who had lost their minds in the base, just like her.
"Dr. Ford, we should go."
