In the middle of the night he found himself walking in the field, the scythe in his hands. Walking like a crazy man, half-awake. He didn't remember unlocking the cellar door, getting the scythe, but here he was. The scythe held him, grew into his palms, forced him to walk.
I... Have to....
At night, Molly went to sleep earlier, but Drew couldn't sleep. He heard the wind in the wheat and felt the hunger to do the work in his arms and fingers.
Drew spotted the wheat that represented his family, so he avoided cutting it and locked the scythe in the cellar.
Oh no! Molly, Susie, Drew Jr!
Drew ran to the field and started cutting the wheat non-stop. He cut his familiy's wheats, and many people's too. After this he didn't complain and began to work everyday, because it was HIS task, it was HIS fate and he will never be able to change it.
Molly!!!!!!! Susie!!!!!! Drew Jr!!!!!!!!
When the fire stopped he went in and saw Molly and their children. They weren't alive nor dead. Drew knew what happened, he knew that they were supposed to die in the fire but because he didn't want to cut their wheat, they couldn't die.
When Drew was cutting the wheat with all his might he realised that his house was on fire.