and now she holds the award she grasps it that faceless man she thinks she sees in the rising dust off the attic floor the vague shape of a heavy face forming in the gray powder it is david 's face she thinks staring sadly back at her gazing with desperation with loss she leans closer a cold shiver running down her spine she is hallucinating she thinks this is a waking dream nothing but a shadow in the dark she reaches out for it and the mouth of the thing opens and inside that wispy shape there are shinning teeth gnashing and hateful she jerks her hand back and the oscar falls she looks away and when she looks back there is nothing .