I'm in a forest with Beckett. She's holding a white spider in her hand. "Look mom," she says. "I found a spider." I kneel down by her to take a closer look. The spider is gigantic, almost the size of a NYC rat. It bites her hand. She throws the spider down. I grab her hand to observe the bite. There are two human teeth marks imbedded into the palm of her hand. I wonder if she's been poisoned. I scoop her up and run.
