The church on the lake is on fire.

Its bell tolls out, desperately trying to summon aid. Even from the shore they can see the small dock is ablaze. A few boats have set out regardless - whatever their feelings on the church, the people who live on that island don't deserve to burn.

A little way from the shore, the remains of a burned rowboat are slowly sinking under the strangely calm surface. There's signs that someone has dragged themselves up the beach, and made it a little way into the forests that border this side of the lakeshore.