Your clothes are soaked from the water your hands dragged you into, and if it weren't for Mr. Crawling, you probably wouldn't have gotten out. While you are sitting on the floor all wet, a female figure without a head appears in front of you, in a wedding dress and a veil and white gloves. She groans looking at you, even though she doesn't have a head, the sounds still come from her.

"You.. okay? You.. Wet"