Dorothea sat in the back of the limo the next day. Her sunglasses hiding her bloodshot eyes. Sitting there in silence, Valentine drove her home. She wanted to ask him so many things. Why, really why did Swann fake his death? To protect her from Nix and his people? Thinking back at the entire day, it was all a lie. How could she pretend he was dead? She needed to see him. Hold him and say how sorry she was.

Driving up to the mansion, she knew if D'Amour would be back tonight…she would ask him and Valentine to see her husband. She didn't care if she left this all behind. The fame and money meant nothing to her now. All she wanted was to be with him.

Walking inside, she undressed into her silk purple robe and took another pill to sleep. Laying in Philip's huge bed, she closed her eyes and began to think of how good it would be like to see Philip again.

Touching her flat stomach, she remembered when her son grew in there. How badly, she wished things had been different.

Closing her eyes she saw Nix stand before her. His eyes wild as he laughed. Nightmares then came over her of blood, screams, and Butterfield. Shooting up from bed she saw she had been asleep for hours. It was dark out now/

Just then she heard a noise.

"Clemenzia?"

Walking downstairs, she saw how silent the mansion was. Holding herself she went down to the landing.

"Is somebody there?"

Just then, she saw Clemenzia's dead body, laying in a pool of blood.

Before she could react, Valentine jumped out, beaten and bruised. Right away she knew something was wrong. Backing up, she felt her skin crawl.

"I'm sorry…"

Then…

Butterfield jumped up, much older now. Pinning her against the wall he laughed before running his tongue down her neck.

"It's home coming time bitch."

Before she could fight back, he swung out hitting her. Taking both Valentine and her into the desert. When she woke, she was in the backseat with Butterfield. Unable to escape. Valentine drove deeper into the darkness of the desert. Butterfield stared ahead, one eye brown…one eye blue.

"Like the look of these? I made them myself, to set him free. "

Butterfield held up the tools, as Dorothea looked at him.

"Why did you wait so long?"

"I didn't have the skill to resurrect him. I had to teach myself. And that took time.

"And you think he'll be in a fit state to resurrect, after thirteen years?"

"If he was just a man like me, then no. But he's not."

"Then what is he?"

"Maybe he'll show you."

Dorothea felt terrified. She wished D'Amour or Philip would save her. She knew this time if Nix did come back…he would kill her.

An hour later, they parked in the darkness. Valentine had been digging the entire time as the headlights lit up the huge hole he was making. Butterfield kept watch.

Leaning against the car, Dorothea knew she had to escape. Before she could react, Valentine screamed for Butterfield. Looking, she watched as the grown began to shake.

"No…"

She said to herself.

Moments later, Butterfield jumped in the hole as Valentine's screams came out. Dorothea snapped her eyes shut. A few minutes later, Butterfield jumped up. Reaching into the open window, Dorothea grabbed one of Butterfield' tools. Before she could use it, Butterfield grabbed her, head butting her. Passing out…everything became darkness.

When she came to, she thought she was dreaming.

She remembered when she was twelve. Sitting in this room in a dirty white dress, crying and screaming for help. She remembered Quaid, Pimm, Jennifer, and Philip. The gunfire, the screams, and Nix falling to the ground.

She watched as Butterfield took the metal faceplates on. Covering her eyes like she child, she shook. This really was a nightmare. Tears rolling down her eyes, she cried out for Swann. Then…she watched Nix stand. His face was rotting, flesh pressed in from the metal. His entire body gray and torn. His eyes like a wild animal. Butterfield helped him with his robe as he crossed the room.

The cultists stepped forward, crying out in madness.

"Children…"

They gathered around.

"I've come back to share the wisdom of the grave. Will you hear it?"

All of the cultist, now so much older and covered in glass and blood nodded.

"Then follow me…"

Nix then stopped before looking at Dorothea, she felt like a helpless child.

"Do I know you child?"

Dorothea pressed herself against the stone wall.

Then, Nix's wild eyes from Hell lit up.

"Yes…no gun this time child?"

Grabbing onto her hair before she could pull away she screamed.

"Where is Swann?"

Tears ran down her face.

"I…I don't know…"

Grabbing her, he lead her into the other room.

The nightmare…had started again.