The Creature had awoken the night before, tombstone struck by lightning. The reanimated corpse had dug his way out of his grave with one mission and one mission only — find the one who had kept him company and cared for his tombstone while in death, the one who had told him "I wish I was with you". He moved with purpose, though his movements were still stiff and awkward, as if possessed by the love for the one who treated his lonely heart. He soon arrived at a home, one he knew to be theirs, and rigidly knocked on the door with the hand he still had, his body caked in mud, and the rosary they had left on his grave still placed in his pocket.