With Willow's note in hand I feel a little bit of strength. I'm not sure if it's hers or mine at this point, but I'll take it. This can't go on any longer. It's already been, what, hundreds of years and this thing still hasn't been stopped. How many people has it killed? Hundreds? Thousands? This is ridiculous. I can't let it take my family away from me. I see the reason why everyone is afraid to be here but I also see something they can't; the spirits of the trapped victims from the past are crying out for help. Nobody has answered them. Everyone has just run away.
Not this time. This thing can hurt me, stab me, shoot me, but it won't stop me. I know how to get rid of it. Let's just hope this works.
