Marian stood before Gisbourne in her white dress, arms outstretched in a shielding motion. Her mouth formed words, but the only thing he heard were cries of pain.

Without warning, the sword in Gisbourne's hand plunged forward, stabbing Marian. Watching it was torturous, but he could not seem to look away. He was trapped, forced to watch what time seemed to have left frozen.

Robin came running, but it was too late. He was always too late... only a moment too late.

He threw himself to the ground at her side, hoping to find a glimmer of life in her blank and cloudy eyes. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was too late..."

Robin jerked awake, gasping for breath, sweat dampening his clothes. The image was still playing in his mind. He quickly turned his head to the side, letting out a long breath as he saw Marian sleeping peacefully beside him.

Robin continued to watch Marian sleep, his panting beginning to slow until it matched her slow, even breaths.

As time inched forward, his dream flowed out of his thoughts. Robin smiled as he watched Marian shift in her sleep, her face turning towards him. He just couldn't help himself. He leaned over and kissed her.

Marian's clear eyes fluttered open. "What was that for?"

"Do I need a reason to kiss my wife good morning?" He said to her softly.

Smiling, Marian reached over and brushed his cheek with her fingers.

Robin started playing with a lock of her dark hair that lay on the pillow. "We should probably get up. We have deliveries to make today."

Marian gave a long, sleepy sigh before nodding her agreement.

Robin smiled crookedly as he brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. He then sat up, throwing his legs over the side of the bed. He looked down at the floor, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips before dragging his hands through his hair. Robin sighed, shaking his head slightly. He stood, walking over to grab his green, hooded shirt. He pulled it on, covering the white undershirt he already wore.

Robin heard Marian move out of the bed behind him as he fitted the small scrap of fabric he used for a scarf loosely around his neck. He tugged on his boots, and then turned back to Marian, who was already dressed in tan trousers and was adjusting a midnight blue shirt.

Marian glanced with a smile at the band's wooden tag she proudly displayed around her neck as Robin watched her with a smile of his own. Then he turned, opened the door, and stepped out into the soft morning light. Marian went to his side, closing the door behind her. Together they walked to the main camp for breakfast with the rest of the gang.

The band was up and about, and Much was just cracking an egg against the side of a pan.

He looked up and glimpsed Robin and Marian approaching. "Good morning!"

Marian smiled, and Robin, too, brought a grin to his face. "Good morning to you, too."

Djaq strode forward, the sword she had already belted on shifting on her hip. "I hope you are remembering today is a delivery day?"

Robin nodded. "Of course. We'll leave as soon as breakfast is over."

Little John passed behind Robin and whispered to him loudly. "I think you'll find they're not properly cooked."

Much rolled his eyes. "Haha. Actually, they're just about ready." He prodded one of the eggs with a wooden spoon.

After they had all eaten, they began preparing, placing swords on their belts and gathering sacks of food for Nettlestone, Clun, and Nottingham, where they were headed for that day.

Robin smiled and waited for everyone to pass out of the camp before closing the door behind him. In the absence of the banter and conversation, however, he found his thoughts returning to his dream, and couldn't shake the feeling of impending disaster.