Rayne sits cross-legged by the fire, slowly dwindling, and starts to meditate. Slowly, piece by piece, the image of the killer is becoming more clear. So many voices are coming into her head at one time. When she attempts to push them out, they just come back louder. "Who is it...." The image clears up and she can perfectly see herself. The fire is finally gone and Rayne just sits there in front of a pile of burnt firewood. "Me...."