"Debra!" Rain yelled as she saw her on the bench. Debra didn't look up, she only stared at the brick work. "What's wrong with her?" Glory asked. "She looks as if she has been drugged," Matt told them as he waved a hand in front of her face. "How could she have been drugged?" Rain asked. "I don't know." Rain looked into her eyes. "Debra," she said. No reply. "Deb? Where have you been?" She kept looking at the wall, seeming not to be in this world. "We need to get her out of here."

"We should go in here," Rain said as she pointed to another blue door. Matt was about to push it open when Debra moved and said. "Go inside." "Debra? Are you okay?" Rain asked. "Go inside that room and it will all be over with, everything that has happened will be put right and we can get our lives back," Debra said, then stared at the wall again. "What are we waiting for?" Matt said and pushed the door open.

"Welcome." Rain, Matt and Glory stopped dead as they saw the twisted face of the woman who sat before them. Fire came up from under her, as if she were sitting on a volcano. It covered her head, but she didn't seem to notice. "I have been waiting for you all to come and see me. It took longer than I thought, but now the time has come." "Who the hell are you?" "Call me Rose. Now listen. Your time is up, and it is now my time. I want you to help me." "Why should we?" "I don't think you have a choice." "What do you want?" Glory asked, her voice timid and weak. "Power. To be able to leave this room, and live in my house again. I brought you all here, and then tested you all. I have made my mind up about who I want to be with me here, and who is useless. The journals were to throw you off, make you confused. We are in Italy however, and part of the story is true. My parents died here, but those are not the people I miss. My older sister and me brother, who died years before the rest, are the ones I love. I want them back, and now I know which of you will stay here with me."