The plane she's in, lands roughly on the ground, waking her up. Her hands and feet have been untied. Is she free? She suddenly felt a drop of hope, as she tried to get up that drop suddenly fizzled away, her body felt weak, she was unable to stand, barely able to move. As the plane came to a halt Ray came up to her.

R: A little after effect I thought I should add. I figured I should give you some time to stretch your legs and arms before, well you know.

L: I thought you wanted to hurt Tim not me...

R: What better than to have Timothy watch one of his favourite people slowly go insane.

L: What? He's here?

R: Of course. Your little hero of a boyfriend can't resist saving you.

L: Not my boyfriend.

R: Sasha and Michael certainly made a good couple.

L: Shut up.

R: Don't worry, you won't have to go through this again. I'll make sure you end up dead this time.

He grabs her and pulls her up. Him and a guard holding her up by the arms dragging her along into the warehouse. They shove her against a wall. In the warehouse is 100's of barrels.

R: I'll be nice and let you pick your barrel.

Lucy stays silent.

R: No?

A guy wheels over a barrel, inside is a camera in the top. Ray puts some headphones over Lucy's head before picking her up and putting her in.

R: Finally given up Hm? Since you're being such a good girl I won't start the music till Tim gets here.

They shut the lid.

Lucy's trapped inside. Inside her old trauma. Inside her head. Inside a barrel. Inside her coffin.