You go through the door, and find yourself standing outdoors. You're on watery mud flats, with lotus blossoms blooming all around, and the sky is a beautiful blue reflected in the watery patches, almost clear but for soft clouds drifting by.

Ahead of you stands a woman and a child -- the woman you have seen throughout, in a black gown and with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and child is the more obviously 'younger' Alma -- holding hands. They smile, and speak.

"Ah, you made it?" "That's great!"