The Lady stands at a vanity, playing with a broken little baby doll. She cradles the doll, stroking its empty eyes and brushing her fingers delicately over the porcelain skin and cracks.

A haunting melody plays from a nearby music box. Soon, it comes to a halt. The Lady flings the doll across the room with a cry, and with trembling hands winds the music box up again.

She picks back up the doll, now cracked even further, and begins the process over again.