Samara needed to find her tape. There had been copies of it everywhere at one point, people dropping dead an exact week later after watching it, after watching the disturbing content that was linked to her death. And now, there was nothing. People were going on and on about Apocalypses, but not her cursed tape. That wasn't right. She made that tape as payback for what had been done to her, and she wasn't going to let it end. Granted, she'd driven her mother to near insanity, but it wasn't her fault she'd been born with powers. And it didn't mean she deserved to be thrown down a well to die without food in murky, bacteria-infested water. But no matter. She'd make a new one if she had to, but it would take a lot of effort. She wanted to find an original, if she could.
Her first thought was that someone had tossed it away, and she actually began to root through a dumpster outside of a warehouse, one she'd been staying in ever since her mysterious arrival here in what she now knew to be Los Angeles, California. She was used to residing in a well, so an abandoned warehouse was a step up in her opinion.
Someone had been walking nearby and stopped, that much she knew without even looking. She paid them no attention as she removed piece after piece of garbage from the dumpster, desperately searching.