"Arthur? Are you in there?" Francis worriedly asks, gently knocking on the cellar door.

With a deep groan, Arthur awoke to the sound of faint knocking and his lover's voice. "Yes, Francis. I'm here." He sluggishly responded, placing his forehead gently in the palm of his hand and sitting up. "Can you come out, pleaze?" "Uh.. Yeah… I'll be out in a few.."

With that, Francis nodded and headed back upstairs to Matthew. "Arthur's not coming up?" the shy boy asks pushing his wavy dark blonde hair out of his face, revealing his violet eyes. "Non, in a little while." He smiles happily at his young son, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. "What about Al?" Francis froze up on the spot. "How do I tell him Alfred iz missing? It would crush hiz little heart into piecez." He thought before giving Matthew a small smile. "He'll be home zoon. Don't you worry."

Francis picked up Matthew and gently cradled him in his arms. "What'z that I zee? Tearz?" Matthew nodded, rubbing them away with his tiny fists. "Oui, Papa. I just miss Al. I want him to come home." He whimpered clenching onto Francis's shirt, burying his face into his chest. "I want Al!" he cried tears staining Francis's shirt. "Matthew, pleaze calm down. It'z alright." He whispered, rubbing his back as Matthew looked up to him. "Thank you, Papa." A small smile slithered its way onto his features, brightening up his face. "Now let'z put you into bed, non?"

After putting Matthew into bed, Francis walked back down to the cellar. "Arthur, I'm worried. Pleaze come out of there." "Hmm? Oh right.." Arthur murmured, placing both of his hands on either side of himself, using them to push himself up off the floor. Slowly he turned around from his spot placing his hand on the doorknob, sighing. He knew Francis would be furious at the alcohol bottles littered on the cellar floor. But that's something he's going to be forced to endure.

He opened up the door which began to push back all the empty bottles behind it. His hair was messy beyond repare and his breath reeked of whiskey, which burned the inside of Francis's nose. "Arthur! Vous sentez comme le whisky et la cave est dégoûtant!" "Francis, you know I can't understand when you speak French. Also, can you not yell? This hangover gave me the biggest migraine. He groaned holding his head. "Oui, zorry." Francis sighed deeply, full of concern looking over Arthur.

"Excuse me." Arthur sighed slowly moving passed Francis in the doorway. "Did you call the police department?" Arthur asked, sluggishly climbing up the stairwell and his hand firmly holding onto the railing. "Oui, they zaid they'll begin zerching today," explained Francis closely following behind him.

Once back up in the living room, Arthur looked around. "Where's Matthew?" "I put him to bed. Poor boy doezn't know what to do without Alfred. He'z like a lozt puppy." Arthur nodded slowly, sitting down in the seat next to the window. He longingly looked out of it. "I know the feeling. But there's nothing left to do now but wait, and hope for his safe return." Francis sat next to him and gently grabbed his hand. "He will come home zafley. I promize."

Night grew closer casting the forest with a dark and cold shadow, bring out all the wolves who began howling in the distance. The wind had begun to pick up, creating a brisk rustling in the trees all around him. "Daddy?" the small blonde haired boy whines, slowing venturing into the forest. Stepping over twigs and small rocks with his stubby legs, while climbing over fallen trees and boulders.

Alfred found an old tree stump. It was large and appeared to be cleanly cut a foot from the base. He smiled walking up to it. The stump was heavily shaded by beautiful dangling willow trees, swaying in the gentle breeze. One of the tree's leafy branches gently grazed against his cheek gently.

He walked up to the stump and sat down on it. Smiling, he slowly laid backward enjoying the smell of flowers, and the beautiful siren environment around him as he relaxes. His legs were throbbing from the long walk he endured, and laying down felt like heaven.

Lying down on the large old stump, he closed his eyes, the world around him fading to black. Within the pitch black abyss of his mind, was a light shining down on a door. What's a door doing inside of his mind? Well Alfred decided it was time to find out.

Curiously the young boy ran off towards the strange door. Pressing his head against it he heard muffled voices, which sounded all too familiar. Wanting to know who the voices belong to he opened it, and what he found inside brought a delighted smile onto his face. It was his dad, Arthur sitting down on the couch reading the paper with himself in his lap.

He remembered the awful burnt food smell that lingered whenever Arthur cooked. The overjoyed smile that could light up the entire room whenever Alfred forced himself to eat the 'food'. Somehow surviving his fathers cooking.

Alfred didn't have to eat Arthur's awful cooking all the time. Francis would often come over and cook his French cuisines. That Frenchman's cooking made up for all that disgusting kissing they do. Always pulling each other as close as possible, gently holding each other as their two lips met. Mattie always says it's adorable, but not to Alfred. To him, it's the most disgusting thing on earth.

"Mattie..." He mumbled a tear streaming down his baby soft cheek, remembering all the times they spent together. All the times Matthew would cry and get scared, having Alfred be the one to protect him. To be the hero, and just like all heroes, he always got a reward kiss. He loved Mattie, he has been and will be the only one Alfred ever wants to protect. He wanted to make him feel happy and safe.

Low growling from all sides disrupted his wonderful dreams, forcing him to shoot straight up. Panicked he looked all around him, soon become paralyzed with fear as hungry wolves lurked their way towards him. Pitch black eyes staring at the young child. Whimpering Alfred slowly began move backwards in attempt to get away, only to end up falling off, onto the ground. A scream escaped his lips as he landed.

Quickly he got back up to his feet and ran away from the wolves. The wolves were now chasing after him, baring large fangs. Theirs paws crushed the fallen leaves and twigs.

His heart felt as though it would fly out of his chest any second, and breathing became hard for the young child. The lack of air was making his vision blurry and spotted until everything around him begun to fade. Without being able to see caused him to trip over a large fallen branch.

Now he was even more vulnerable. Alone, cold, and now covered in dirt as he lies on the ground helplessly. The wolves have caught up to Alfred and are getting uncomfortably close. "Help!" He screamed bloody murder as the blood thirsty wolves lunge at him.