She thinks once more, imagines a beautiful blue lake where they are, something before all the graves begin. In the lake are many types of fish, easy catches and incredibly challenging ones.

She also imagines all the gear he will need, including a rod, and this is where she gets incredibly particular: the power of the chains, now rings, will now be in the rod and he will not be able to move without the rod, it must be held or withing three feet of him at all times. (He might not feel like fishing on a rare occasion!), unless he is in the house, in which case, chain transference will be to the house itself

It will keep him put in place of the rod, so he can move about more freely without a fucking fishing rod all the time. He also, as before, cannot leave the bounds of this place.

Not until he breaks the curse, doing what he set out to do.

She continues and the scenery around them shifts even more: they're now in a well-built, cozy cabin with comfortable seating and nice tables, a good fireplace, a wall rack for even more fishing gear! And a bookshelf with pictures of Randy and Crow. There are other trappings to make this place really warm and welcoming.

"There. That should do."