She felt a cool breeze on her skin, then she opened her eyes to find herself out in the field.
She did not know where she was, but she was confident that no harm will come her way. At least, not yet.
She looked ahead and saw a stream of water and she approached it. She got there, bent down and drank a little from the stream.
She stood up and headed back to her previous position. Whatever that needed to happen, has to happen now.
"Agatha?" She spunned around at the call of her name to see who it was, then her eyes widened in shock.
She was startled and took a step back, then she got her footing and stared fiercely at him.
"Fancy meeting you again, Agatha. Did you miss me that much?" The man standing before her, smirked arrogantly.
"Mark." There was great disgust in her voice as she stared down at him.
The man she was staring at was so different from the one she used to know. A strange and foul aura seem to surround him.