((Filler chapter))

Carol looked at the scattered debris around her. She thought to herself: "What have I done?" Carol limped over to the exit door. Her legs were numb from a large piece of the roof falling on top of her upper body. She was bruised. "Why, why did I go through with this? I should have stayed home, and researched these awful creatures by myself." Carol looked upon a reflective surface, her hazel eyes quivering with tears. "I can't fix anything that I've done. Hell, I can barely fix myself," Carol spoke to herself. She pushed the exit door open. To her surprise, the outside was perfectly fine. Nothing fragile was broken, and all the trees were in place. "It's fine, I can do this. I have to re-capture those things." And thus, our true story begins. Not with Carol, but with somebody else.