Rain still slept even after being thrown against the well's wall. The Barboach doll lay in a small puddle next to Rain, the old blood that was caked on it was being washed away by the water. As Rain dreamed, he continued to hear his mother's voice although it was somewhat different than before. Her personality seemed to have changed into something different--something more angry and malicious. This alternate personality made a part of Rain's heart burn with ferocity and fury without him ever knowing why. He felt as if he was angry at everything and anything that walked or lived. This feeling, however, would come and go as he slept. Rain would at some moments feel like tearing something apart while at other moments he felt like himself, and, at some point, all of these alternate beings of himself split into two things within his dream.
The setting of his dream was outside the laboratory in which he lost his mother. Everything was as he remembered it that day: the ventilation hole in the wall, the color of the walls, the evergreen trees before him, the small trail between the bushes, the muddy ground, the lightly falling rain upon his head, and even the puddle which he saw his reflection in. As he remembered, he looked at his reflection in the puddle before him and cried; however, something changed as his tears made ripples in the puddle before him. Rain, ending his tears, saw a strange color in the puddle as the ripples began to cease; it was a color so familiar to him although he had seen it in his vaguest memories. As the aqueous image settled, Rain saw a creature much similar to him; but there was something different about this one. He could tell at once that the one he saw was not a boy but a female that was much older than him. Rain looked up from the puddle and gazed at the face of the one before him. He noticed that the female had colors of red on her where Rain had spots of blue on himself such as on the tips of his ears. The tail was different because it resembled that of a cross while Rain's tail was that of a straight line.
After moments of silence, Rain reluctantly asked the strange female before him, "Wh--Who are you?" The female did not reply but stood in silence. Rain asked the same question again but a little louder with, again, no response. The female continued to stare at Rain with indifference. As Rain placed his hands on his lap, he noticed that one of the hands of the female was behind her back. Drops of blood fell from her concealed hand. "A--Are you hurt? A-a-a-are you okay?" Rain asked, terrified at the sight. The red Minun slowly began to move her arm from her back. Suddenly, the puddle in front of Minun began to change color from its muddy, brown state to a thick red. Rain shot his gaze at the puddle before him in fright. "Blood!" Rain screamed as he awoke from his nightmare. The water of the well flew all over everyone as he burst up from where he laid. With the shock of seeing a curled up dog in the corner covering his face and the dog with his chest cut open, Rain stood with his mouth agape in surprise as the others stared at him. He slowly reached for his small doll that was on the ground next to him and picked it up. He tightly clutched the doll in his hands as yellow sparks began to form on his cheeks. This should hold them at bay, Rain thought, noticing that everyone, except for the phantom, was soaked. He began to lower his electrically charged tail into the water in which the whole group sat.