Trock's words echoed in her mind. "Leave the area of Janet's Farm as soon as possible", "Leave the area of Janet's Farm as soon as possible. "

Leaving no trace of her brief visit to Janet's Farm -- except for the diminished number of clif bars, trail mix, and miniature chocolate covered caramels, Helen checked the contents of her totebag to make sure that everything was there. On her way out she noticed a sea-green slate on a table beside the door.