In the morning of six A.M. Cordelle gets out of bed and heads on over to the bathroom down the hall and into the right. When she goes to look in the mirror, she gets a severe headache. She holds her temples close and then looks in the mirror again)

Cordelle: Maybe it'll subside, eventually...I think...

(she heads back to her room grabs some medicine she could take to full the pain)

(transition to work. She goes on digging as usual, and when she is digging, she gets another severe headache prompting her to drop the shovel and steps back holding her temple from the severe headache then when she lifts her head back up, she Is welcomed by these strange visions. Blurry ones that she can't see. Then before she knows it, she falls to the ground and everything goes black. A few moments later, she is awoken at an unknown place where there are white beds. When she looks around, she sees Larry there.

Larry: You're awake. Finally. Was starting to get worried.

Cordelle: What happened? Where am I?

Larry: You passed out in the graveyard. You're in the city infirmary.

(Cordelle let's out a shaky breath while Larry is talking to her)

Cordelle: Was it that obvious I passed out? But why...

Larry: That's what I was gonna ask you about.

Cordelle: I can't really say right now, Larry. But this occurred this morning...

Larry: What did? What are you talking about?

Cordelle: Sorry. I can't say more.

Larry: Maybe you should talk to the city professional. They didn't find anything abnormal on you. So I could take you right now if you want.

Cordelle: No. I don't want to talk about what's going on.

Larry: Do you have any other option?

Cordelle: I'm just trying to figure it out.

Larry: You might need to speak to the professional. He could help you. You can't bottle this in. You need to talk to someone. I mean if you can't talk to me about what's up.

Cordelle: Okay. Okay I'll talk to the professional.

Larry: Let's go now.

(Transition to the professional's house)

Larry: Well I have to get back to work. So I'll leave you here. See you.

(Larry leaves and Cordelle is left by herself to knock on the door, Cordelle knocks on the door of the professional's house he goes to answer it)

professional: Who are you?

Cordelle: Someone sent me here. Maybe you could help me?

Professional: Perhaps.

Cordelle: Something is the matter with me. And I don't know what's going on...

professional: Well that doesn't sound good. Why don't you come inside?

(They go on down to the secret room where there is a couch and a chair)

professional: You could sit on the chair.

(Cordelle is quiet for a moment then speaks)

Cordelle: And you won't get freaked out on what I will say?

Professional: Yeah I'll be discreet. Unless its urgent and you need a doctor or something.

Cordelle: Okay...well...I was having these strange visions.

Professional: In what way?

Cordelle: Well at first, they became headaches, then it piled on and piled on and then it became visions.

Professional: What are you having visions about?

Cordelle: Its all blurry...kind of...I can't tell...

Professional: Hmm...okay. hold out your hands.

(She does and when she does, the man puts his hands underneath hers as if trying to communicate)

Professional: Now I want you to close your eyes, and try to picture yourself where you were last at...now where are you?

Cordelle: In the cemetery.

Professional: And why are you there?

Cordelle: I haven't the slightest idea.

(When she closes her eyes she sees herself in the cemetery and then the professional speaks over her)

Professional: What are you doing there?

Cordelle: I'm walking by myself at night in the cemetery...I feel...a prescence.

Professional: You are in a safe place, child. Now, just concentrate on the sound of my voice. What are you doing now?

(When Cordelle walks over to the cemetery, she hears some strange noises, with her eyes closed her head falls upward. Then she hears an echo sound "Witch" inside, she could feel herself running in the cemetery away from someone who seems to be catching her "Witch" the sound is heard again and she runs faster, then without looking she falls, the man catches her and with her defenseless he takes out his hunting knife and stabs her just like that. The professional sees Cordelle in her current state, shaking her body uncontrollably while he shouts

Professional: "Wake up child! Wake up!

(He continues shaking her awake while she makes a pained sound like she got stabbed then before she knows it, she awakens and when she does, she's pulled into the professional's arms consoling the girl tightly she feels tears falling down her cheek and she looks at the wall trying to calm herself down as much as she can then she let's herself go of his embrace)

Cordelle: I don't know why that happened. The man...just stabbed me in that vision.

Professional: Stab? Like you die?

Cordelle: I think so...I don't know how else to say.

Professional: what are you having?

Cordelle: Its almost like I'm having...supernatural thoughts. Like I can see what could happen but I don't know if those visions could come true.

Professional: And how long have you had these for?

Cordelle: It barely came today...

professional: That's strange. First upon hearing about it.

(Then she thinks of something)

Cordelle: So am I the only one with this?

Professional: I've read into it. And yes, you're the first. Tell me, have you been possessed by any supernatural being lately?

Cordelle: what kind?

Professional: Witches. Warlocks.

Cordelle: No. Nothing has taken over my body.

Professional: Well I suppose that is strange. But I guess all I could give you is some advice. Is it getting severe?

Cordelle: No. Its mild... for now...

professional: Then, come back to me in a couple of days. And maybe we can determine what it is it could be.

Cordelle: Okay. I will.

Professional: And don't tell anybody what's going on with you. It could look suspicious.

Cordelle: Yeah.

Professional: I'll walk you out.

(He bids her farewell at the door then he shuts the door and someone comes back down the stairs over to him a woman)

Woman: Did you find anything on that girl?

Professional: It looks like nothing.

(Then the woman gives an evil smile)

Woman: Let's try her...next time... another one for us.

(She heads upstairs laughing to herself and the professional looks at the door secretly hoping the girl doesn't come back)