In Memoriam Chapter Two – Page 82

[A crow is perched on the arm of a makeshift scarecrow. It is preening itself in the morning light.]

[Months pass, and it is now Fall. The scarecrow now has multiple crows perched on top of it.]

[Marco tipping his hat upward to get a better view, sees this. He merely turns away.]

Marco: “Huh, how strange. More crows than usual.”