The young man that sat before Annette now couldn’t be much older than fourteen.
His appearance was likely that of the typical goth wannabe, with the black lipstick and everything. His expression was one of utter dismay, as he breathed unevenly from all the commotion.
After another second or two, he got on his hands and knees and went to look in the other room.
Annette wanted so badly to talk to him now. She wanted to reach out and pull him back. Instead, she was forced to watch as he wailed at the sight of all the dead bodies.
The scene then froze, as if time had stopped. The setting changed drastically around her. Now instead of a house, she was now in a place much like a science lab.
The boy she saw had disappeared. In his place was a young man wearing a white coat. He was looking through a microscope.
Behind a window, several other presumed scientists were at work with some sort of experiment that looked quite dangerous. Annette couldn’t see clearly what they were working on, though.
Whatever said experiment was, it quickly went awry. Within seconds of arriving at this scene, the other scientists were screaming bloody murder and trying to escape the room.
The young man at the microscope looked up quickly, and ran to the window. On the way, he quickly grabbed a nearby chair and tried to smash the window, to no avail.
Once it was made clear that his colleagues were beyond saving, he dropped to the floor and curled up in a ball of anguish.
Annette could hear him muttering now, once more in French. Said French then became garbled as he began sobbing.
Again, the scene froze. Now she found herself outside, on a bright sunny day. Though she now stood on the side of a road, the scenery around her was breathtaking.
This idyllic location in her eyes, though, was quickly marred by the site of a nearby car crash.
Worried that there were casualties from this, Annette quickly ran to the crash. In the car nearest to her, she could see an arm hanging out of the broken window.
Then she recognized the man in the car from the previous scene, though he was several years older now. The way he was slumped over in the driver’s seat looked certainly like a death pose. Having something impaling him through the chest was rather telling, also.
“Oh, no…” Annette could hear footsteps behind her, and hazarded a glance. Immediately, she wished she hadn’t.
The differences between Malum then and her current state were quite striking. Annette just couldn’t keep her eyes off her as she walked past.
With her arms crossed, Malum stepped toward the wreckage. She peered in, as though investigating the scene. Then, as if from thin air, she pulled out a syringe filled with a ghastly looking fluid.
“Now, aren’t you a useful-looking potential mule,” she said to the body. “Maybe after I’m done, you’ll remember to keep your eyes on the road?”
Malum then jammed the syringe into his neck, pressing down hard on the plunger until it was all in his body.
Then, without warning, he came back to life in a rather violent manner. Annette just watched as he writhed about, snarling and clawing at Malum the whole time.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty ray of sunshine, mister,” she said to him before pulling something else out.
A very familiar mask in the form of a sun.
By the time Annette realized who she’d been seeing the life of, she was then sent back to the room she started in. Julian’s stuffed corpse now remained still in the chair, apparently having fulfilled his purpose.
Behind the chair was now the presumed ghost of the man she’d seen in the scenes. She stepped closer to him, leading him to turn around and face her.
“Sunny…” She whispered the name he’d been given under Malum, as she looked up at his still blank eyes. She then cleared her throat, and recited the words Regina told her:
“You know her sins, now give your verdict.”
Sunny paused for a moment, before extending his arm and giving the thumbs down sign. She took this to mean ‘guilty‘, and nodded.
Once he pulled his arm back, Sunny then disappeared presumably into thin air. Annette stayed where she was, staring at the spot his ghost had occupied, until the next door.
“Well…” She said to herself as she started walking. “Guess I go and see what’s behind door number two.”