"Wendla!" Melchior called, looking into the darkness for anything. Any movement, any noise. Nothing. He was beginning to get uneasy. Wendla had never been exactly punctual with time, but he would think that a serious moment, such as a pregnancy would get her to stop daydreaming. He laughed slightly, remembering easier times, such as when they were seven years old, being yelled at by their mothers, and the entire time she had stared out the window at a bird flying outside. She later told Melchior how much she wanted to be that bird, flying away from this place. Finally, almost eight years later, they were. Together.

"Melchior?"

Melchi spun around to see Wendla smiling at him. While she was grinning broadly, tears began to well up in her big green eyes.

"Wendla, I am so sorry. I wasn't thinking when we…I know that you could have gotten pregnant…."

"Melchi, don't be sorry. We created something. It's alive, and moving….Do you want to feel?" Melchior nodded slowly and put his hand to her stomach. He felt something slowly churning in her gut. He almost pulled back in shock. but she held his hand there. "We have to leave tonight." She said softly. "Mama has been talking to people about getting rid of what she calls "the problem." It makes me scared for baby Moritz."

Melchi seemed more earnest to be close to her stomach, as if giving it a name, especially that name, would help him become close to the baby. "You named it already?"

"If it's a boy anyway. I thought it would be perfect. If it's alright with you, of course."

He smiled at her tearfully. "Of course I love it." He said. " I haven't said that name in months."

Wendla's grin began to falter as she fell into Melchior's arms. "Melchi, I love you so much."

Melchi grinned. "We can get out of here. Out of this town. Ilse has her own place now. It's a hole in the wall, but we can live with her for now."

Wendla nodded. "Do you want to leave now?"

"When else?" He offered his hand, and she took it, beaming at him. They left the cemetery hand in hand.

Around two hours later, they arrived at Ilse's. It was behind a pub, and the door itself looked like it was about to break in. Melchior knocked.

"Melchi, do you think this is any place to raise a bab-"

Ilse answered, tired and crabby looking, which quickly turned into pure happiness at the sight of her two old friends.

"Hey, Ilse."

"Wendla, Melchior!" She giddily hugged the both of them. "I heard about your little accident. Do you need to stay here?"

"Yes, please."

She smiled. "Well, come on in."