The Scarecrow narrates from its post in the farmer's field, observing the three women now living together in the farmhouse: Asphodel (the girl), Cleo (the photographer), and the Antidote (the witch). It listens as they move about the property and finds their conversations both mysterious and revelatory.

Each word the women speak triggers fragmentary recognition in the Scarecrow. The word 'courtroom' recalls a place where men's fates are judged; 'camera' recalls the long stillness of holding a pose for a portrait, which it likens to its current immobile existence as a scarecrow.

The Scarecrow questions its own origin and identity, wondering whether it once stood in a family photograph or courtroom portrait, whether it was sentenced into this body, or whether it is simply an error that Nothing will eventually correct. It laments having no tongue to scream its questions, no neck to turn, only button eyes and a sewn mouth, comparing its condition to a hellish, eternal waiting room where no one hears or remembers it.