"I could be the part of the curse that contains memories and thought of Gaal the the
witch. Maybe I'm the soul of Gaal who remained behind and became one with the curse of
the town she hated so much in her dying moments. .... And it doesn't matter! You are
about to die. We will crush you into oblivion."
Amy said matter of fact and sternly, "No. You won't. How about you let go of your grudge
and rest in peace?"
The memory / curse / echo of Gaal laughed. It was like fingers on a chalkboard. "Naw. I
think I'll just leave you in a coma reliving your worst memories over and over again."
"Don't count on it." Amy said sternly and calmly.
Meanwhile, back in the real world, Mary felt like taking a nap, then again, it was really
really late.... she fell asleep in her mother's arms, Trevor fell asleep in her arms.
Both 'woke up' a moment later and wondered what the heck was going on.