"Well, well, well..." the voice would ring out as she stepped through the doors of the Mortuary, and into the outside world. "The miracle of life comes full circle, and the child is all grown up." The voice, of course, would be that of Chairman Wesker, a few yards behind her, as if he simply appeared out of nowhere. Compared to the world around him, he appeared clean, well-fed, and tailored; a diamond in a freshly fissured fault. His duster coat swayed slightly in the wind, and his eyes hidden from the world by his trademark shades.
"But you're on borrowed time, aren't you?" Wesker said, unfolding his arms as he approached her. "Still carrying your parents' legacy. Even in death, William Birkin haunts your every step."