Outside of a massive tent in India by the jungle.

RW now a young child sits in her bed as her grandfather (GF) walks over holding a pocket watch.

GF "so which one will it be tonight my little firefly"

RW rubbing her hands together with excitement "the one with the tiger is always my favourite"

GF "but we heard that one last night, and the night before..."

RW "but Gr......"

GF "okay here goes....."

Switches to animation with GF narrating

"Your great great great grandfather was in the jungle one day, this very jungle we're in right now in fact, he was running around having fun like young boys do....."

"......he liked to time himself running from the trees to the river and back again to see if he could outrun the great tiger if ever he needed to...."

".......so every day he'd steal his father's very expensive pocket watch, this watch right here in fact, which his father always told him " this watch has magical powers" he'd say "you must never touch it!! There's no telling what could happen when this watch is telling the time....."

".....He took this watch every day and nothing ever happened just as he suspected....his father was telling tales........"

"....So anyway one day he's timing himself and just as he gets to the treeline in his fastest time ever a tiger lies waiting in the grass.....my great grandfather never knew this tiger was there waiting to pounce but then just as the tiger is all wound up ready to pop old grandpops pulls up the watch to check his time....."

Back to tent.

RW "then what happened....."

GF "be patient..."

Back to animation.

GF ".....As he opens the watch the sun hits the glass screen on the face and a beam of light shoots off the timepiece onto the side of a tree, the tiger pounces at the tree.

The boy freezes in horror but the beam of light is moving all over the place because of his trembling hand, the tiger just keeps trying to pounce on the light.

This goes on until the beam of light is no more as the moon is now rising, then the tiger stops, looks him in the eyes for a minute then runs off into the jungle.

Every few days after that until my great grandpappy was a young man he'd go out and play tag with that tiger....until one day the tiger just stopped showing up.

Back to real life...

RW kneeling in the burning house biting her wrists until blood is gushing from them then chanting and spitting blood in the air with her daughter dead just in front of her.....