[the foliage and vines near the far end of the hallway begin to wither and die, as shadowed hands start to push through it. It gives easily, revealing that the hands are attached to shadowed figures, this time.

Behind them, clawing at their hands and trying to free herself is Dawn. They're dragging her along, slowly but steadily, right towards the Bigger Picture. She's crying, and as she tugs on the arms, she's begging between gasps of air]

Please, please don't—please, I don't want to go back there—