Swimming to the bottom of the tank, Imogen shakily grasped the handle of the crude knife. With her tears washed free from the water, she floated back up to say her final goodbyes. Pushing down the droplets that threatened to fall through her eyes, she took a cleansing breath.<br/><br/>"Yes Jinx, it is time for you all to go," she said with a surprising voice of detachment. "And don't be afraid, darlings. If they try to beat me, they can have my body. But not my soul." Looking at each of the tear streaked faces in turn, she felt her small eyes well up with painful tears. Imogen raised her hand to wave goodbye before sinking to the floor of her glass cage.