Pastor Galswells, I have to ask you something.

-This is most irregular. -Please, I beg of you.

You are the only one in the village who knows of what awaits beyond the grave.

It is a bride I fear, which is why I must know:

Can the living marry the dead?

What on earth are you speaking about?

There must be some way to undo what's been done.

I believe I know the thing to do.

Come with me.

Victoria? Where are your corsets?

She's speaking in tongues. Of unholy alliances.

Her mind has come undone, I fear.

It's not true! Let me go! Let me go!

Thank you, Pastor Galswells. Thank you so very much.

Take her to her room!

No, I'm telling the truth.

Victor needs my help.

Hildegarde, you believe me, don't you?

-Mother, Father, please. -Seal the doors...

...and bar the windows. See to it that she doesn't escape again.