In the morning, Emily went outside and looked around. Below her, mud grabbed at her bare feet, pulling her down as she stood. Her pajama pants were at the bottom, rimmed with mud and the middle of her pants was torn at by a thorny bush that snagged the cotton on it. Her shirt was slightly wet from the fog and the rain, and her hair was matted with water. She walked around the first tree and found herself below the intimidating set of the second tree, where the owl had been. As she peered up, she saw a branch that was twisted and long and looked extremely sharp. Below, she saw a familiar looking black stone glaring up at her, the word Abracadabra engraved on it.