The church is enveloped in black. Heavy drapes hang from rafters, and soft funeral music plays from some unseen speaker. The Crone is in mourning, for her children suffer the worst of the curse.
The summe solstice, the march of death, has come to Sacramento.
David waits at the altar, sacrificial knife and goblet placed there, as he waits for the others to arrive. He is dressed in torn black robes, and has ashes in his hair.