"Or worse, when you do something wonderful. Like bringing a bird back to life," she says, still remembering the delight she felt in giving that sparrow a second change while others ignored one of God's creatures laying there among them.

Misty chuckles at that, nodding. "That's good advice. I let them live as they were... and with the worries that eventually the law would seek them out since they were the last ones to see me alive," she adds, having gotten a bit of comfort from it all. Just in her own way.