Ethan had just finished off Mother Miranda, finally saving his daughter, Rose. Everything he had done was for her, and he'd give his life for her if he had to. She was everything - she IS everything. After Mia's disappearance, he had nothing left.

Chris guided Ethan to a helicopter, where they'd make their escape after blowing up the village. The village truly was a hellish nightmare, and it deserved to be burned to the ground.

The helicopter made it's way up, the bombs going off just before it did. The sudden explosion and extreme winds caused it to spin out of control, the pilot barely keeping composure. In his attempts to keep the helicopter going, a large, snowy mountain them had confronted the helicopter, smashing into it; Ethan's consciousness goes out.

Ethan wakes up half a thousand yards from the initial crash, some bits and pieces of metal and scrap leaving a subtle trail. He groans, attempting to sit up. A large piece of metal had struck him in his calf, piercing completely through. Unable to stand up, his instincts tell him to call for someone - for Chris, Rose, somebody. "Chris?!", he shouted but to no avail. He shouted more. No one came to his mercy. He could bleed out here, in this snowy mountainous region just a few thousand yards from the village. It wasn't 100% in eye view, but the feeling of knowing he was still in the area made him feel uneasy despite the bombing.

Before he lays back down, attempting to meet his face, for his story to end, he hears footsteps behind him. Running footsteps through the thick snow. A lycan? No, they were bombed. It could be anything though. Someone. Chris, Mother Miranda. a stranger on an odd hike. Clearly, his story wasn't over yet.