As soon as Grace turned the doorknob her fate was cast, her future sought out and brought to foot, feelings of pure love came to Grace' stomach, like butterflies in her stomach wanting to latch onto something, the love was not directed at anything in particular but was still there, Grace felt like she would die from the emotions if she did not choose something or someone to put them into, just one question, who to choose?<br/><br/>The other door faded before her eyes, it turned black as it faded and the white text on the wall gathered together to form into a skull before both the newly formed skull and door faded away.