Rain, sleet, hail, or snow it didn't matter to her because she didn't care about being cold. To her being cold was nearly equal to having no feeling for anything. In the cold and dark of the night, that's all that mattered.

She didn't have to worry about hurting someone or someone hurting her because she was all by herself, standing silently underneath the branches of an old pine tree far back out in the Michigan woodlands well away from any kind of society.

She...