At first everything was black, then she saw herself lying limp on the hospital bed. She stepped through the curtain and was met with a strange feeling, she'd seen a light but didnt feel any warmth. She immediately knew what was happening the second she saw the stone. Walking over to it she peered inside the dug up earth, the hole was empty. The words on the headstone caught her eye, 'Emily Prentiss: October 12 1972, Died: - ' "I get it," she whispered to no one but herself, "Yeah, I get it now." Without another thought she jumped into the empty hole.
Gasping air into her lungs, Emily awoke, really awoke for the first time since Scratch had kidnapped. Blinking rapidly the hospital travesty fell away piece by piece until she finally saw this room for it was, cold, dark, and brooding. In her dream like trance the profiler in her had recognized Scratch's ruse, he was playing her, somehow she had let him get into her head. Throwing back the itchy hosptial like blanket that covered her lower half, she looked down at her legs, slowly but surely that facade faded too. Her legs were fine, still in her black pants and blazer. Realizing he could come back at any second, she quickly resumed her trance, two could play this game.