Jenny runs down the stairs quickly. The vicorian mansion taunts her with the size of its corridors. Although she's inside, the wind picks up Jenny shivers. Jenny looks behind her, the figure is still there. The figure without a face, without a name. Jenny makes it to the final step. The door is so close, Jenny trips. The faceless figure, the figure with no soul grabs her. She screams for her life, she begs, she kicks, he doesn't stop. The figure lifts his knife into the air and...

Jenny watches her blood leak out of her stomach. Jenny watches the blood spill onto the floor. Jenny feels herself become cold. Jenny can't feel the rest of the jabs from the knife of the faceless figure. Jenn can't do anything. All Jenny can do is watch. Watch her world fade away. Watch the memories of her life play like a movie in her head. The birthday of her son keeps playing in her mind. The first birthday her son ever had. The first birthday he ever knew. She remembers his smile, the smile of a boy who won't remember that day when he grows older, even though Jenny always will. Jenny promised herself she would remember that day until the day she died, even if that day came soon.

That day is today. Jenny watches the faceless figure load her into his trunk. Jenny watches the trunk turn black. Jenny feels the car start. Jenny feels the bumps in the road. Jenny feels tools and odds and ends jabbing into her back. Isn't she dead? Why can she still feel it? Why the hell does death hurt so much? Why can't she pass on, why can't she be with her son.

The memories play again, Jenny remembers the day her son died. He was two. He was born with it, the thing that killed him. He was destined to die from the day he was born. That doesn't seem fair. Does it? He didn't even stand a chance. If you think about it, neither did Jenny. Jenny didn't run out the door. Jenny could have made it. Did she run slow...on purpose? Did Jenny desire her son so much that she let herself go?

Why? Why couldn't death just end now? She was stabbed. She couldn't speak, she can no longer scream. She is dead. Why can Jenny still feel the pain. Is this death? Is this what her son had felt? Does her son still feel the pain of his disease? No! He couldn't have felt pain like she was feeling now, her son was innocent, and sweet. Then again, Jenny never did anything wrong. Why does she still feel this pain? Why?