Boom, boom.

Elizabeth jumped in bed and grumbled. She had been awoken from a very pleasant dream. She gazed around sleepily, expecting light to be peeking through the curtains on the windows, but there was none.

She glanced at Will, and was surprised to find he was also awake, lying next to her with his eyes open wide.

"What is that?" He asked her.

Boom, boom.

Elizabeth heard it again, and again, beating in a steady rhythm, almost like…

"A heart." She whispered.

"Is the trunk in here?" Will asked, and he quickly glanced around the room for it.

Elizabeth shook her head; she had always kept the trunk safely locked away.

Will's hand flew to his chest.

Boom, boom.

"Impossible." Elizabeth said. "How could it have moved from the chest to you?"

"I don't know. But it's there." He took her hand in his and guided it to his chest, to the jagged scar that remained as a memory of the past.

Elizabeth rested her head on Will's chest, and listened the beat of his heart.

It seemed new to Will, like he had never had a heart before. After ten years, he had forgotten what it felt like to have blood pulse through his veins, to have a constant movement in his chest.

It felt great. He was living again, really living.

Will didn't sleep at all for the rest of the night, and when morning came he barely ate his breakfast. He was too busy concentrating on his heart, memorizing the feeling, just in case it disappeared again, just in case it returned to the chest.