Will was in a boat. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it rocking beneath him. Side to side, as comforting as being rocked in the arms of the mother he couldn't remember. Slowly, he opened his eyes, expecting to see the lake he liked to fish at when he felt like being on the water, rather than in it. This was not the sight that greeted him, and instead of seeing the lakes shore, there was only water for miles around. Above him, the sky rumbled with thunder, though it remained the clearest of blues.

'Don't you just love days like this,' Michelle Cooper said, sitting across from him in the boat. She was dressed in a blue dress that reminded him of Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz and she held a matching parasol which was edged in fluffy white lace.

'Days like what?' Will said, finding a matching yellow parasol next to his hand. Putting the fishing rod in the holder, he picked it up and opened it, being careful to point it away from Michelle.

'The sky is angry, you know,' Michelle said, a wise expression on her face. 'The sky is full of blood and it will rain and rain.'

'But it's not even cloudy, how could it rain?' Will said, speaking louder over the sound of the thunder.

'It's not going to rain from the sky silly,' Michelle said, just as the boat bumped into something, causing it to rock harder than before. Turning his head to see what they had hit he was met by an ocean of dead bodies.

'I am in blood stepped in so far that should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o'er,' said Hannibal, 'I am afraid this is only the beginning.'

'The beginning of what?' Will said, but the ceiling above his bed was the only answer he was to receive.