On a dark-and-rainy night, a woman kneels before a gravestone as a menacing cloaked figure towers above her, an unnaturally long, boney finger extended toward her.
She grovels — and complains a little — before sinking into the ground completely.
"Don't worry about her," a friendly sounding narrator tells us. "In a few minutes, she'll wake up in her bed, dry, rested and, hopefully, a whole new person."
