When the winter sun was down and she was worried that she physically couldn't carry on any longer without collapsing, Hermione found a small farm at the end of a quiet lane. Careful not to go near the main house, she snuck into the tiny barn in the back. It wasn't the most comfortable of locations, but one really couldn't be picky in the winter. Although freezing to death out in the elements might have put an end to all of her problems. Wasn't it supposed to be just like falling asleep and never waking? There were certainly worse ways to die. And, if she was dragged back to the Dark Lord, she would probably get to experience one first-hand. Antonin would probably still be angry enough to commit her murder himself. He was a man of many talents who knew many, many ways to make a person scream.