Lucy was left in the Villa of where Brian had left her upon the couch... And she had drifted off into a dream which not only scared her... It confused everything...

There she stood, in a river of blood... The bodies of people unknown yet familiar floating past with thier face each carved horribly with their own pentagram, the very same that lied upon her own forehead... The girl, quickly hugged herself and her virgin eyes moved from the sights of the death that surrounded her.
"Mommy! Daddy!" She called out, "Someone... Anybody! Who am I!"

"Your me..." Came Renna's dark, soothing tone. "But you are not me..."

Renna was dead, but then deep within the psyche of the child, there were deffinate imprints of Renna's influence over the many years she had been sleeping dormantly under her grasp.

"... Who are you!" She called out, now opening her eyes to see that she, floated high in the air... Over a vast darkness, a vast sea of Black Monks moving in lines, an eternal army moving under her, with eternal numbers spewing from the horizon.

Renna...

"Renna? Is that my name?"

Yes... And no. You are someone else.

And thats when she screamed. She had awoken in... The Red Dragon Inn... Fresh mud on her wheelchair's tires, she was wet from a drizzle of rain which now lightly patted against the ground outside... Letting out for the sun to shine through...
She was at the hearth. And she had no idea how she got there. But one thing was for certain.

Her name was Lucy.