She thought she held the keys to her heart. She had a map that led her to the unknown. A camera to photograph her journey. A bag with all what she thought was her souvenirs. However, she didn't know she didnt have the keys to her heart. She had the keys to the heart of someone she held dear to her. Around her neck she hung a camera filled with the memories that puzzled her together and now can break her. She carried a bag. Not filled with souvenirs but a bag she thought that contained her forever. As the rain poured, holding onto her umbrella. She then realizes that the map she was clenching in her fist led her to the other side of the mirror where she saw herself in such pain and agony as her tears rolls down her face and falls with the rain.