Once again the door to Rachel's room was standing wide open in the middle of the night. She saw it the moment she woke up and then immediately glanced at the floor. Just like before there was a trail of water leading out into the hallway. She got up tentatively and followed it. At the end of the hallway the trail turned right. Straight through the open gate the trail led towards the lobby. Rachel stopped at the intersection where she had passed out before. The trail didn't end here this time though. It continued on into the lobby and through the front door, which was standing wide open.

Ever so slowly Rachel walked into the lobby. She looked over at the doorway where Samara had entered into the lobby last time. There was nothing there now. Rachel then quickly looked over at the large mirror that Samara had stood in front of. Again, there was nothing. She turned her attention to the front door. It was less than twenty feet away from her now. Rachel quickly turned back to the mirror. Something had moved out of the corner of her eye, but there was still nothing there, nothing except her own reflection staring back at her. She quickly regained her composure and ran out of the building.

It was pouring down rain outside but Rachel didn't care. She was free. At long last, she was free. She couldn't believe it. She started laughing and dancing. For that brief moment she forgot about all the tragic events of the past year.

"He's here," the voice whispered in Rachel's left ear.

Rachel turned in the direction of the voice and saw a tall, dark figure making its way slowly toward her. A piercing screech ripped through Rachel's brain. With each thunderous footstep the tall, dark figure advanced ever closer. Rachel was afraid to look. She was afraid that once the figure got close enough, she would see the dead, rotting face of Richard Morgan. It was the last thought she had before losing consciousness.