She looks around blindly, not remembering ever actually having a doorbell. It rings again. She stands, stumbling fearfully across the room to the front door. She stares at the door as it rings again, her straitjacket restraining her from taking hold of the doorknob. Yet her door is never locked anyway. She is a dead woman, an angel, so she does not fear someone breaking in.

"Who are you?" she cries, taking a few soft steps back. She falls. She struggles against the straitjacket. She tries to extend her wings, the chains that bind them behind her pushing against them.

She whimpers, "Don't hurt me..."

"Don't be afraid." The voice is calming, comforting, as its master rounds the door.

But it is not a man who enters the house, but a large tan wolf-like beast. Hope fills the woman's eyes. "You've changed... what's happened to you?" he says quietly.

"Kill me... please... send me to finally be among the land of the dead." She begs. He shakes his head, harmless silver sparks flying form his fur.

"You mistake me for Death, my gracious sister." he says, "You know me, look at me." She looks up at him, staring for only a moment, and then bursting into tears of joy.

"Jack... are you finally home?" she says hopefully. He nods.

Her eyes shoot open as she looks around for her beloved. He is nowhere to be seen. It had been a dream. Just another cruel and tormenting dream. She tries to extend her wings again; the chains cutting into them, making them bleed. She watches the blood, fascinated, not feeling the pain.

She had given up pain with her sanity so many eons ago. And suddenly she stands and begins to dance to a tune in her head. Blood falls from her wings and tears fall from her eyes.

She stops suddenly staring at the broken glass on the floor by the windows and stops dancing. She had never noticed it before. How long had it been there? She walks up to a window by the door and kneels down staring at her reflection in the broken shards. Blood drips from her wings, landing on the glass. The doorbell rings again. Her eyes widen.

"No, not again." She cries, "NOT AGAIN!" She looks up to the door. "Who's out there? Who wants to torment this poor woman?!" she calls to the door. There was no answer. The straitjacket feels tighter than usual to her. The doorbell rings again. It is getting harder for her to breathe. The doorbell rings again as the door swings open. In walked a woman in a black hooded cloak carrying a scythe.

"Sister-in-law..." the cloaked woman says.

"Death... Ling... it was a prophecy?" the woman asks.

"I've come to grant you're prayer dear sister-in-law, Gwenllian." the cloaked woman assures her, "But you know grandmother's policy on the dead and their debts?" The woman nods.

"I do not care what it takes. I will right my wrongs and go to him. Kill me now and rid me of my horrid nightmares, this pain I feel. Rid me of this accursed doorbell!" the woman screams. The scythe is raised about to strike the woman. Suddenly the cloaked woman stops and looks upward, lowering her scythe to her side.

"I'm afraid I cannot. The Lady has just passed me word that you must remain alive for the Messenger. You must decipher Fire and Rain for her... I will come for you then."

"Don't leave me here!" the woman cries. But it is too late. The cloaked woman turns and leaves. The woman glares, pulling her arms free, tearing the straitjacket. "I will die today..." She grabs a piece of the glass on the floor beside her, it cutting into her hand. She plunges it through her heart and collapses to the ground, smiling.