Standing by the hotel window, the young widow takes out the only surviving photograph of her late husband from the pocket of her jacket. She stares at it, thinking about the house fire that had ended his life just weeks before. After a few minutes, she pulls out a box of matches that had been sitting in the same pocket for weeks. With a strike, the young widow lights a match, and begins to bring the burning flame closer to the photograph. As it burns, her lips slowly stretch across her face, forming a menacing smirk as she watches her husband burn for one last time.