Roaring waters beneath a bridge, captivate a single soul who is desperate to escape. An angry voice, stirs a sense of urgency and unwarranted despair to surge through Margaretha’s soul. She swore to herself that this will be a new start, that things will be different. Her past will no longer haunt her whether she’s awake or asleep, a forever reminder of who she really is without the lies. His voice leads her to jolt, a flicker of pain flashes across her face and she tightens her grip on the railing. “I.. I won’t go back!” Margaretha notices the way that she cannot speak without trembling. Even now, she is nothing more than a liar, a liar who foolishly fell for Joker’s niceties. He hurt Violetta, reason enough to have to turn against him even if it pains her. The slight similarities between him and Sergi, shakes her to the core. With a quick push back, she descends into the harsh waters below, swept beneath due to the rapid currents. Darkness follows rather slowly, she can barely hear his voice this time around before all fades to black. A lone thought in her mind, maybe in another life there might be a happier ending. A world where none of them could be unhappy where sorrow may never find her. Margaretha is only shaken from these visions of a happier world when two hands take her own.