His eyes open, the dark clearing only to show him a scene he's witnessed many times before; a lumbering behemoth, a massive drill where it's right hand should be, kneeling before a pair of girls who hugged the monster. Unable to speak, unable to even avert his eyes, he finds himself moving past the trio through a strange laboratory, beakers, microscopes and hospital beds all along his path. White and black tile clacking beneath his feet as he goes, his vision fades as he comes to a switch, the monster and girls passing by in the adjacent corridor. As the darkness surrounds him, he feels his heart pounding in his chest, the only measure to mark the passage of time.

He finds himself standing in a room several hundred beats later, a man in a surgeons coat impaled to a table, the massive drill from before now buried in the doctor's back. The monster is there as well, once again hugging the little girls. He holds a piece of paper with a hand not his own, this hand, the nails cracked, dirty overall, belonging to a young woman. His vision fades again, despite his trying to keep his eyes open. He doesn't want to see what comes next.

When his eyes open again, he, rather, the young woman stands before a group of men, all but the leader and two of his cronies masked, what he can see beneath turning his stomach. His eyes are drawn to a strange girl being held by one of the men, her skin a deathly pallor and eyes completely gray, struggling to get free.

They stand before a glass wall overlooking a city beneath the sea, explosions rocking the ground, a 'Happy New Year 1959' sign visible. She speaks with them, but the words are silent to him this time, and she hands the lead man a piece of paper.

"No… I don't want to see this… not again!" He screams with his mind, knowing what's to come and unable to stop it.

Pain explodes in his skull like a stick of dynamite, he/she falling, both of them barely able to make out the wrench that struck them.

The girl has a vision, he barely able to make out a mirror, the young woman staring into it. She changes in the mirror, the reflection speaking to her, until finally she appears as he knows she looks like now; black hair, wavy and long, black skirt, ruby red lips, her white top ripped, blood splattered on it and her face. He's seen this before, but never at this point in the nightmare. It almost feels as if she's speaking to him. Her vision continues, walking down an aisle of seats, towards a man in a white sweater smoking a cigarette.

Both return to the present in pain, the man with the wrench standing over them, yelling and waving the paper before her angrily. She must have told him what he wanted, for he straightened and turned to say something to his men.

"No, leave her alone! Stay away from her, you bastard!"

The wrench comes down again, pain once more exploding in his skull, and somehow he knew, like always, it was fatal. Through the pain he feels it again, just as strong as the first time; gut-wrenching sorrow, so strong he thought he might die just from it.

The girl's vision returns, back in front of that damned mirror. He watches her vision again, if for no other reason than trying to ignore the pain and heartache. The man in the sweater figured prominently, and she must take great comfort in it. The vision ends, and as their vision clears, the strange girl sits before them, her large, completely gray eyes still sends shudders down his spine. She sings to them, holding the young woman's hand in her tiny fingers and trying to comfort her, bringing them up to caress her cheek. Somehow he feels her smile, and then all is darkness.