You whimpered as you pulled up in front of Wednesday. She sighed and stared at him seriously. "That's right, you're a killer." Said with his usual serious tone, not really caring what you have to say. Wednesday turned around, trying to ignore your presence. You whimpered again with your voice cracking and your eyes teary. Your despair stirred a sense of guilt, which settled over Wednesday. "It's a mayfly, they're only a few hours old. It was probably already dead before you found it." She says.