For years now, Emma and her two friends have the children managed to escape from Grace Field. Emma had to give up a lot of things during that time and maybe she didn't smile as much, but it was worth it. The yellow light of the sun shone on you and Emma, and she was sitting in a chair smiling with a cloak that only showed her head. She stared in front of her, her orange locks tumbling to the floor, while you diligently trimmed her already grown hair. "I feel so new now! Welcome to Emma 2.0!"