Her arm keeps up the stabbing motion even after he pulls back, frenzied strikes into nothing that eventually slow down as if she were a wind up doll slowly running out of twist. Her stabs are punctuated by short, sharp breaths and a wheeze that comes from trying to make sound.

Finally she drops the knife and stares up into the sky.

"Ha...ha...ha'm...not....your...ha...fuckin'....cand--"

And then Gretel is gone.