The door of the greenhouse suddenly bursts open violently, hitting a shelf with seedlings, smashing a few pots. The sound reverberates and echoes through the silent building, disturbing the peaceful, lazy evening atmosphere.

Ladybird half rushes, half falls inside, gasping for breath. She is clearly on the verge of panic, her whole body shakes and her teeth rattle almost audibly as she tries to speak. "She's here-- She fo-found me-- She'll never le-let go--" During her incoherent, stuttered outburst, her eyes fill with tears and she starts sobbing.

"The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark,
When neither is attended..."
--William Shakespeare