Summer imagines herself in the decrepit old chapel on the school grounds, which nobody uses anymore. Except that instead of being full of unused athletic equipment, boxes of outdated textbooks, abandoned computers, the old chapel has been restored to its former glory. Sunlight filters through stained glass. Blood red candles line the center walkway.
A procession of people have lined the walkway, all dressed in white.
Summer imagines herself as a doll, fashioned out of mud and clay, pinned to a cross.
Mister Finney is the first one in line. Except he's not quite Mister Finney. His mouth is full of razor sharp teeth, his lips covered in bloody sores. He licks the blood from his lips as he steps forward to sniff the inside of mud-doll Summer's arms, to smell the base of her neck, to smell behind her right ear. Then he backs away, his hungry gaze unrelenting.
Lucinda is second. She laughs and cuts a piece out of Summer's mud/clay arm with a razor blade, then turns to find a seat in the front row. To watch.
Mister Price is next. Perhaps he could help, but he hardly knows Summer. He shrugs indifferently, and turns away.
Next is Frederick Adams, the boy who supposedly beat up Mister Finney last year. He leads another classmate, Vanessa Lokhart, around on a leash. Vanessa stumbles around in her underwear, with fresh cuts on her wrists. Frederick steps forward, then shakes his head. He giggles at the sight of the piece cut out of mod-doll Summer's arm. Lucinda points and laughs.
Next is Victoria Johnson, holding hands with Seth Varron. They hold each other's hands in a death grip, causing each other pain. However, there's a spark in them, between the two of them. Something that might burn out the horror hidden inside of Mister Finney.