maybe she 's not inside the post office at all , but if she 's not , then why is there a relatively fresh blood trail leading into the rear door ? when he arrived at the address he stood in front of an old squalid building . his fists were planted on his hips as he looked into the open shaft ahead . was this the golden genesis of man ? struggling and shrieking , her body , rolling from side to side , moved quickly toward the shadows beneath the trees . speaking underwater felt just as natural as speaking in air . 