There's a room... and l sit there alone...

- always alone. - What else?

- [ Sighs ] A grave. - Where?

l don't know. It's an open grave, and l--

l stand by the gravestone Iooking down into it.

- It's my grave. - But how do you know?

- l know. - But is there a name on the gravestone?

No.

No, it's-- it's new and... clean and waiting.

Well, what else?

This part is a dream. l think there--

J there's a tower and a bell and a garden below.

lt seems to be in Spain...

a village in Spain.

lt clicks off and it's gone.

Well... a portrait?

- Do you see a portrait? - No.

lf l could iust find the key, the beginning...

and put it together, l--

And so explain it away?

There's a way to explain it, you see.

lf l'm mad, then that would explain it, wouldn't it?

Madeleine!

Oh, Scottie!

[ Sobbing ] l'm not mad! l'm not mad! l don't want to die.

There's someone within me, and she says l must die.

Oh, Scottie, don't let me go.

l'm here. l've got you.

l'm so afraid.

Don't leave me.

- Stay with me. - All the time.