(The world of 1995 is much cleaner and healthier. Amanda is amazed at how her world has changed in this earlier time frame.) A clean new world, filled with unseen victims. Victims of a plague yet unseen. Faces go whirling round. Endless dreams; endless lies, token promises. I remember the plague, and the evil within. I see the face dwelling in the crowd. A sign of fate. The presence of death. A brave new world, where darkness won't live. No way home; no way out; no more death. A time to die...
