Aimee Manson, wearing a historical, early 1900s dress with dark pantyhose, hand gloves, hat and high heeled booties, is walking in the woods, looking for her beau. She calls out, but gets no reply. Wandering aimlessly, she falls into a ravine, which conveniently has quicksand at the bottom. It is dark at the bottom of the ravine; Aimee is confused at first, and her feet begin to sink into the soft earth; she's not sure what's happening and doesn't know what to do. She struggles, fighting against the quicksand, but it keeps pulling her deeper. She realizes it's quicksand, saying the word mor...

Aimee Manson, wearing a historical, early 1900s dress with dark pantyhose, hand gloves, hat and high heeled booties, is walking in the woods, looking for her beau. She calls out, but gets no reply. Wandering aimlessly, she falls into a ravine, which conveniently has quicksand at the bottom. It is dark at the bottom of the ravine; Aimee is confused at first, and her feet begin to sink into the soft earth; she's not sure what's happening and doesn't know what to do. She struggles, fighting against the quicksand, but it keeps pulling her deeper. She realizes it's quicksand, saying the word more than once, calling out, hoping her beau will come to her rescue. Aimee desperately tries to keep from going under, trying to grab on to anything, but the quicksand is relentless. She submerges, her glove-covered hand being the last to disappear into the quicksand.