Annie wanders the field, running her hand over the waist-high grass. She's alone, enjoying the night and the stars. Then she emerges.

She's in a graveyard, crouching down to look at a particular grave. "ANNIE SAWYER". There's a single white rose laying across the dirt beneath her tombstone. Her hand extends slowly to touch the item.

She's in the field again, running her hand over the grass. Then she steps from the field to cross an empty and seemingly endless dirt road. The two foot, gray stone wall is no obstacle at all. Then she's in a graveyard, wandering among the crosses and the stones. One grave in particular, some distance away, catches her attention.

Annie's crouched at her own grave again. As she takes hold of the rose, a thorn pierces her finger. She drops the flower.