Tiffany stared, almost in awe as the man stepped out of the newly opened casket. When he spoke, she recognized his voice as that of the Trickster who had helped them earlier. "Why did you come out of that casket?" She asked him quietly, "What is going to happen next?" She felt a torrent of question bubbling at the surface, but managed to push them back down. She knelt down near Rose, "Are you ok, do you need some water, we have some." She offered gently.