Emily stands alone at the motel room, by her father's body. She reads from a book in a strange but familiar language – latin. In front of her, an altar stands, with blood swirling inside a cup. The room starts to shake, windows shatter, lights flicker as she reads, with a crescent enthusiasm. The, all of a sudden, Emily stops reading, and everything stops. She picks up a knife and makes a small cut in her palm, letting the blood drop in the cup. Then, a final word is whispered – Arganthal.
Martin's eyes open – black. He stands up, bowing before Emily.
"At your orders, master."
Emily smiles. "Kill her." She states.
Emily wakes up, frightened – her breath non-stop. The dream felt so real, just like the other one. But this time, it couldn't be a memory. Her father had just died. And was that really her? Was that thing still inside of her, waiting to attack?
Emily holds her knees and starts to cry, silently. That thing, that demon couldn't be inside her, it just couldn't. It had to be a dream.
When she's able to calms herself down, she looks around. "Where Am I?" she wonders, getting up and leaving the room. The house looked hold, covered in old books and dust.
"Mommy, where are you?" She calls, after a while.
"I'm downstairs, honey." Lydia answers.
Emily runs down the stairs and sees her mother by a kitchen, eating cereal. "Do you have some for me?" She asks, realizing how hungry she was.
"Of course, Em." Lydia gets up, takes a bowl, pores the milk inside and gives the cereal box to Emily. "Here you go."
"Thanks." Emily starts to eat. "Where are we?"
"In a house of one of Sam's friends. They had to leave for a while, but don't worry, we are safe. Every door and window are closed and covered with salt." Emily looks at her mother, confused and Lydia smiles. "Apparently, demons are scared of salt and as long as it works, I'm fine with it."
"As long as it works." Emily repeats, getting back to her cereal bowl.