Demeter... Molly.. turned her head from where she was standing in front of her field of grain.. It was still early, and they were no higher than her ankles, but soon they would grow taller than them both.

She turned to him, worry showing over the slightly annoyance of him yelling at her.

:"Yes, John, what is it?" She asked. She had been most patient with him through these trying times, but even her patience had an end, and she got more and more worried as hte days and months went by, that John was getting worse, not better.