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.

She brought her finger to her lips as the thorn had made it bleed. Then she began to wonder why she was bleeding. Ghosts don't bleed. Picking up the rose, she pricked her finger again, to make sure that really happened. Once again she bled.

Moving closer to her grave, she reached out to run her hand along her name, smearing blood across it as she went. She stood up and looked to the grave next to hers, surprised at the name written on it.

"ANNA SAWYER."

Annie looks to the next grave, and the next. Each one declares her death and the dates that she had died. There's something odd about the grave near the end, however, and as she moves closer to it, she catches sight of a figure standing not far off from her. Owen stands silently, watching.

Just as she is about to call out to him, the ground beneath her collapses and she begins falling into the grave that also reads her name.

Then she's standing in a hallway. A long, dark hall with a door at the end. There is nothing behind her.. not darkness, not a wall; simple nothing. She knows where the door leads, but she also knows she doesn't want to take it. Then Owen appears again, beside the door, watching her. He begins to beckon her forward.

When Annie sees the door, she freezes on the spot. Owen is next to it, calling her over. Of course it would be him to lead her to the door. He was the one to lead her to her death. She manages to move a bit and begins walking forward, unable to stop herself. Soon, something is pulling her. She falls to the ground and tries to crawl back the opposite way.

As she gets closer to the door, Owen begins to laugh. The door swings open and suddenly she stops right in front of it, attempting to catch her breath. She can't seem to move again as she stares into endless darkness.

Just before Annie is meant to fall through the door, Owen takes a firm grip on her arm. He stares at her with darkened eyes for a moment and his lips part as he's about to speak.

Annie jolts awake before she can hear whatever he might have said. Feeling an odd sensation, she lifts her hands to notice that the tip of her finger is bleeding as in the dream, as if she were human.