Mary Rose has seen a young man in her dreams, whom she has never met nor ever seen before. She can't recall seeing his face, but she remembers the smell of roses and the warmth of the stranger that held her and made her feel happy and safe. Her last family member dies one morning and she goes out to find flowers for his grave. It gets late and she collapses from the cold, and later, wakes up to find herself in her true loves mansion and his curse.
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Tears trickle down MARY ROSE'S cheeks again as she continues searching and everything is becoming blurry.
The wind was picking up and the clouds and the trees covered the once clear blue sky. MARY ROSE held onto herself as she trudged the snow and around trees, towards the old garden. Her body was weak from the lack of food, but she kept going.
Slowly MARY ROSE stands up and walks to the house phone almost like she was a wounded soldier.
MARY ROSE slowly walks to her GRANDFATHER'S bedside and FALLS to her KNEES as she holds PAPA'S lifeless, wrinkled hand. TEARS trickle down her cheeks and she softly smiles, even though it hurts.
Quietly MARY ROSE takes the door handle and turns the nob. with a SMALL CREEK, MARY ROSE slowly opens the door and peeks in.