Margery found herself in a wondrous place she hadn't known existed. Before her stretched a blooming field filled with countless poppies, all glowing in the forbidden color - red. "Do you feel the breeze?" Ember asked as she slowly walked through the meadow, her arms outstretched so that her fingertips brushed against the flowers as she passed. "The wind comes from the many souls dancing over this field. They are the restless spirits of the girls your mother killed in her basement. Their blood has stained the flowers red. They must dance over this field for seven years; only then will they be free to move on to the next life.".