This is a very troubling story which occurred to me COULD happen if Henri's life went astray.

note: In the show, although they don't really age and they stay the same size, in my story Henri's 22 and slightly taller, but not by much.

another note: Sarah is 29, James 28. (Old, huh? Well, you see, let's use Henri for example: The series starts in 1773 when Henri is 8. In my story it is 1787. Gilbert adopts Henri in 1786... and you can pick up from there...)

"Henri?" called out James into the darkness.

No reply.

"Henri?!" he called out softly with a hint of worry.

"I'm 'ere," came a soft French voice.

"Where are you? I can't see!" James asked the voice with searching eyes.

A rather short figure emerged beside a window where dim sunlight was shining through.

"Oh my goodness! Henri! Are you all right?!" James turned around to see Sarah running to Henri. She knelt down and hugged him tightly. Henri pushed her away slightly.

Now James saw a good view of Henri's tear stricken face. His rich brown hair fell loosely around his face. Apparently his bow had come off. He also saw his wrists bleeding a little and his body nude.

"What happened to you, man?" James questioned the 22 year old.

Sarah put a blanket around him, her motherly instincts kicking in.

Henri looked up at the two pre-adults.

"Leave me alone," he told them with a trembling voice. He walked past the two out the door. James and Sarah cast glances to each other and raced after Henri.

"Henri, please wait!" Sarah reached him with her hand. Henri nudged her off so James turned him around and held him down with both of his strong hands.

"Ennnh," Henri tried to struggle out of his hold, but James held him down harder.

Although his face was directly below James's, Henri kept his eyes down.

"Now give us a straight answer. We want the truth!" James ordered him.

"That's right! How did you get so hurt?" agreed Sarah.

Henri just kept struggling.

"Mister, you are to answer a lady when one speaks to you," she told him.

"Nnnh," Henri struggled again.

"Let him go, James," ordered Sarah.

He let go.

Henri saw their angry, worried glares. He sighed to himself.

"All right..." he closed his eyes tightly and reopened them.