Sebastian told her that they would be going into town for a bit. Scarlett had agreed to come along, only because maybe seeing the town would help spark her memory. After all, that's all she really wished for. Not knowing who she was or anything about her life wasn't very nice. She walked out of the manor beside Sebastian who wore what seemed like an expensive coat. And it was, of course, black. Just like everything else he wore. Ciel was already seated in the carriage and was waiting on them both. Sebastian opened the carriage door for Scarlett and she stepped inside, sitting next to Ciel. Something about Ciel and Sebastian made her feel strange. It was as if there was a dark aura surrounding the two. Surely they were nothing more than the regular noble household? Sebastian sat across from her and Ciel; his unusual yet malicious eyes staring at them. Scarlett gazed at him, eyes full of curiosity as she wondered where they were exactly heading.

"I can tell you are curious of where it is we are going," said Sebastian suddenly.

Scarlett nodded as she kept her hands folded on her lap. The butler was correct about that. How could he be that accurate? Who knew.

"We are going to visit the Scotland Yard," announced Sebastian, smirking as he glanced at Ciel. Ciel's one blue eye darted to look out the window. "It seems there is a series of murders. But nothing to worry about, Miss Scarlett."

A series of murders? What kinds of murders? She wanted to ask so very badly, but she couldn't bring herself to speak. She forgot, after all. Scarlett let out a sigh and she glanced out the window of the carriage as they rode into town. For some strange reason, she felt sick. Nauseous. It was almost like déjà vu; just riding in this carriage with two other people whom she knew for some time. Riding in this carriage scared her and she looked away from the window; squeezing her eyes shut at the thought of something bad happening.

The butler must've noticed because he patted her knee and she opened her eyes and gazed up at him. "Is something bothering you, my Lady?"
Scarlett shook her head no in reply—even if it was a lie. They had reached the town and now the coach was parked on the side street. Sebastian opened the carriage door got out, holding it open for Ciel. Being the Earl, Ciel would always get this sort of treatment. He stepped out and stood beside Sebastian; his back to the carriage.

"We'll be only a few moments," he said quietly. "Come along, Sebastian."

Sebastian bowed and closed the carriage door; following behind Ciel. Once again, for what seemed like the millionth time, she was left alone. No one to talk to. No one to comfort her. Not even someone to look at. Scarlett hated being alone. It was a huge fear of hers. For some reason, she did remember the feeling of being alone. And when she was alone, she knew something would happen. Could it just be the thoughts that scared her? Or was it because she experienced it once before?

She shook her head; no, she wouldn't think about it. After all, Ciel said it would only be a few moments. Just…a few minutes alone. Scarlett rubbed her gloved hands together and gazed around the dark coach. So lonely. So very, very lonely. She shouldn't have been scared of something so silly, but Scarlett really couldn't help it. Being alone terrified her so much. Finally, she just thought of her new home in the Phantomhive. Everyone was truly kind to her. The gardener, the cook, and the maid were all so clumsy, yet very humorous and it made Scarlett smile. Perhaps being a Phantomhive wasn't too bad.

Several minutes had passed and it felt like hours. Of course they wouldn't leave her in the carriage for that long. Tired of waiting, she opened the carriage door and stepped out into the cool world. The sun shined brightly in the sky, yet it wasn't hot. It was cool. Not too cold, but it was April weather. The weather Scarlett liked a lot. It was just so nice. And in April, everything was beautiful. Sure, it rained quite a bit, but the smell of rain was even wonderful.

Scarlett scanned the area around her. No sign of Sebastian or Ciel. Where had they exactly gone? Sebastian mentioned something about visiting the Yard, but even they weren't in sight. As she continued to look around, she started to walk down the sidewalk when someone took hold of her arm. A gasp escaped her mouth as she turned to see who was holding onto her arm. It was a man who looked rich. A nobleman? He didn't seem too nice and Scarlett stared at him. He pulled her close to him and he gazed down at her; a mischievous smirk formed across his face.

"Ah, what a beautiful lady we have here," he said with not a single hint of the English accent. Instead, he sounded somewhat Italian. "Why don't you come to my place, sweetheart?"

Scarlett's mouth slightly opened but no words came out. She wanted to scream for help. But of course, she wasn't able to. Even if she tried she wasn't able to. He cupped her chin with his other hand and lifted her head up, staring into her blue eyes.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" he teased, leaning down slightly as Scarlett struggled in his grip.

And when he was about to kiss her, he stumbled back from a force. His eyes looked up and she looked over her shoulder. Sebastian. He pushed the man off her and was now taking her hand into his. It seemed Sebastian knew something was about.

"Come, my Lady; the young Master is ready to leave," murmured Sebastian as he pulled her away from the man. At first, Scarlett was shocked that he had come so quickly. Even when he knew nothing of her being in trouble. He pulled her back to the carriage and Scarlett felt truly thankful. If not for Sebastian, what would have happened to her? The coach door was opened and Sebastian helped Scarlett get inside. To her surprise, Ciel was already sitting there as if he'd been waiting for hours.

"About time, Sebastian," mumbled Ciel as Scarlett sat beside him. "I thought you would've found her quicker."

"I apologize, young Master," replied Sebastian as he sat across from them.

Staying quiet as usual, she just stared at the two. None of them seemed frustrated or mad. Ciel did look irritated, but of course he always seemed that way. And Sebastian…he was just an unusual butler. Not the average one you see every day. Scarlett had just guessed he was unique. All of them kept quiet on the rest of the ride back to the manor. Scarlett stared out the window and paid no attention to Ciel or Sebastian. She really didn't think about anything. Nothing at all since her mind was blank with forgotten memories she would never regain. Or so she thought.

Sebastian was double checking everything to make sure things were perfect. First he went to check on the kitchen. Just to make sure that Bard hadn't destroyed the dinner. Tonight the Phantomhive's were eating outside in the night sky. April 16th. Her birthday. Surely a noblewoman would want to have her dinner outside. Most women thought it was beautiful to do such. But he—of course—was not a woman, nor would he think like one. He just figured that a young girl like Scarlett would like that. He didn't get her a gift, but he made a nice dinner that she would surely love. Love. That was all she truly needed to get better.

He walked up the stairs and to her bedroom where she was waiting for him. It was time to dress her for dinner, and Ciel had specifically told him to use 'the dress'. The one that was never to be used again. Or so he thought. He hung it up in her wardrobe and he knew she would certainly look beautiful in it. It was quite obvious she would. He strode down the hallway to find her room. Finally he reached her bedroom and he knocked twice lightly using the back of his hand; advising her that he was coming in. He turned the doorknob and opened it slowly, peeking inside. Scarlett was sitting on her bed, staring at the door as she watched him enter.

"Miss, it is time to dress you for dinner," he announced quietly, walking over to the wardrobe and opening it.

He pulled out an exquisite white dress and laid it out on her bed as he slipped a blindfold out from the inside of his tailcoat. He tied it over his eyes and helped Scarlett to her feet. He then took off the previous dress she wore and replaced it with the white dress. It was Rachel Phantomhive's dress. The Lady had a slim body as well as Scarlett did. He took off his blindfold and gazed at her; admiring her beauty. It seemed she could look beautiful in any dress. Scarlett walked over to her huge mirror and stood in front of it; staring at her own reflection. He walked behind her and let her hair down from the bun. Her long black hair fell upon her shoulders and down her back. He combed her hair and she continued to gaze into the mirror.

"What do you think?" he asked.

She didn't respond. Like usual.

Sebastian finished combing her silky hair and put the comb down. He ran his gloved hands through her hair to see if there was a tangle. Not a single one at all. He then bowed and walked to the door, glancing over his shoulder and at her while she stayed in front of the mirror.

"Dinner will be served outside tonight." And with that, he walked out of her bedroom; leaving her all alone.

Scarlett glanced back at herself in the reflection. Where this dress came from truly startled her. It was magnificent. But it seemed as though it were worn before. It didn't bother her but who exactly wore such a dress? She shrugged and walked to the door, opening it quickly. Scarlett was hungry, and she wondered why dinner would be served outside exactly? Today was nothing special. She shrugged once more before leaving the bedroom.
Walking down the stairs after going down the hall, she glanced around. Not a single sight of the servants. How strange. Forgetting them for a moment, she continued walking down the stairs where she was greeted by the butler once more. His red eyes stared up at her and she felt slightly weird. Never before had he stared at her like this. He held out his gloved hand and she took it—gratefully. He pulled her down off the last step and began walking towards the entrance of the Phantomhive, which would lead them to the garden. Following right behind him—her hand in his hand—she walked through the entrance doors and into the outside world of the manor. Sebastian then took her down the steps and walked along a lit up path that led into the garden of the Manor. She followed behind, curious of why the butler was suddenly being mysterious. Her heels made a clacking sound as she stepped on the stone path. It was set up magnificently and exquisitely—which amazed her. As they walked along the stone path, she glanced ahead and noticed a large table in the garden with six seats. He took her over by the table and pulled out a seat across from Ciel. Bowing her head in appreciation, she sat down and stared ahead as he pushed her seat in. Sebastian then strode over by Ciel and nodded.

"Tonight's dinner is quite huge since today is a momentous day. I'll be serving a fresh plate of turkey—the best, must I add?" he announced. "It will be followed by many other dishes one wouldn't eat on a regular daily basis."

Scarlett wanted to say something, but of course she couldn't speak. Sitting back in her seat, she watched as Sebastian snapped his fingers. And in an instant, Bard came out with a large plate of turkey. Finnian came behind him holding three smaller, but huge plates filled with appetizing food. Then came Mey-Rin who pushed a cart filled with champagne, followed behind by Tanaka who was drinking his cup of tea. For once, they weren't clumsy and it shocked her. Sebastian must've instructed them on what to do because they were setting up the table surprisingly quick. Scarlett continued to watch with amazed eyes until it was all done. Sebastian then clapped his hands and the servants took a seat.

"Since they helped prepare this dinner, I've allowed them to eat a limited amount of food tonight. I hope that it does not bother the young Master or Miss Scarlett."

"Its fine," muttered Ciel as he stared at the food. "Just make it quick! I'm hungry."
"As you wish, Master," replied Sebastian, bowing.

He began cutting pieces of turkey large enough to fill anyone up. Placing the pieces of turkey on their plates in a quick pace, he finished in a matter of minutes. Then after doing that, he opened the champagne bottle and poured Scarlett half a cup. She smiled and glanced over at Ciel who had begun eating. The servants were too. Even though she wasn't very hungry, she wasn't going to let this food go to waste. After all, the butler must've worked hard to prepare such a scrumptious meal. And slowly, she cut a piece of turkey and stabbed it with the fork; picking it up and holding it next to her mouth as she put the piece in her mouth. Chewing quickly, she continued to smile. Throughout the dinner she smiled.

Finally, it felt like forty minutes until she was officially done eating. Bard, Finnian, and Mey-Rin were still stuffing their faces until their plates were once more empty. Just as Bard reached for another piece of turkey, Sebastian picked the plate off the table and shook his head.

"At this rate, Bard, you will not want to eat dessert."

A giggle escaped her mouth and she glanced at Bard who grumbled. As Sebastian cleared off the table, he went inside and Ciel opened his eyes and stared at Scarlett with his one blue eye. He folded his arms and nodded.

"I was right…" he murmured. "That dress suites you perfectly."

"What?" asked Finnian.

"The dress Scarlett is wearing looked magnificent on my mother…" his voice trailed off and everyone was looking at him. "It was one of the only items saved from the fire…yet you manage to look beautiful in it. It fits your size and my mother would have been proud to see you wear such."
Tears filled Scarlett's eyes. What he had said was truly heart-opening. He put his heart into what he said and she couldn't help but want to hug him. This Earl was no more than a young boy who had lost his parents, as she did.

She wanted to whisper her thanks.

"Young Master!" shouted Finnian as he smiled and laughed, "That was so nice of you! Miss Scarlett is really, really pretty!"

"Yep, she is," agreed Bard.

Ciel blushed a dark red and he glared at Finnian. "N-nice?" he demanded. "I was only being honest!"

In her mind, she thanked Ciel, 'Thank you Ciel... What you said…it was so very nice of you to say… I-I haven't heard anyone say that about me ever since…'

As she trailed off into her thoughts, blurry memories flashed through her mind; the sounds drowned out by the static. Her mind wouldn't function properly. It was as if she couldn't replay anything throughout her mind. But a man…a tall man with black hair popped into her mind. An image of a man who she once knew. Her eyes began to blur with tears at the thought of that man. Suddenly someone tapped her on her shoulder and she glanced up; no longer lost in thought. It was Sebastian. He had a cart by his side and on it was a cake. He placed the cake in front of her and bowed. Scarlett glanced at the cake. It was decorated with red roses and in the middle were calligraphic letters that spelled out something. She read it in her mind quietly:

Happy 16th birthday, Scarlett Phantomhive

"Today is truly momentous," he told her as he smirked. She looked up with a gasp and stared at him. "Today is your birthday. I wanted to make everything perfect for our Lady Phantomhive whom we met only what seemed like a week ago. But you have become one of us. Until you feel you are ready to leave, I wanted to make you comfortable with our treatment, Madam."
Scarlett didn't know what to say. Even if she did, she couldn't say it. Memories flashed through her mind and she blocked everything out. Every sound, every image. Nothing entered her mind except for the memories that were supposed to be forgotten. Her mind was filled with familiar faces and images. Her eyes swelled with tears and the pain ached within her heart and she barely realized Sebastian was singing happy birthday along with everyone else.

Feeling too much pain, she stumbled out of her seat and ran away. Ignoring the shouts from the servants, she ran back along the stone path and up the steps of the Phantomhive. Everything that happened. She couldn't take it. Suddenly she fell forward onto the stairs of the Phantomhive and winced in pain. Her ankle had twisted slightly, but it would only be for a while. She sat on the stairs and sobbed silently. Even though she couldn't remember anything fully, she felt much pain. Suddenly a figure appeared before her and she opened her watery eyes. Sebastian. He knelt in front of her and was examining her ankle in which she twisted.

"Miss?" he asked quietly. "What is the matter?"

She didn't respond and bit her lip to keep from crying.

"Is it your memories?" he questioned, looking into her eyes.

Nodding, Scarlett let out a silent cry and to her surprise, a gloved finger wiped away her tears. She stared into Sebastian's crimson eyes.

"Do not cry, Madam," he told her. "You will always experience this pain, but do not stain that beautiful face of yours with the unnecessary tears."
Scarlett nodded and began breathing heavily; her eyes no longer running with tears. Sebastian helped Scarlett to her feet and she bowed her head gratefully. He took her back to the garden and everyone was staring at them.

"It seems she remembered something," murmured Sebastian as he seated Scarlett. "But it's nothing. We will continue to celebrate her birthday."

Staring at the piece of cake in front of her, she wondered how she became so unlucky. But thanks to the butler, Sebastian, she felt slightly better. He helped her when she needed someone and even though he didn't do much, it was more than enough for her. If only she could remember… The memory of that man stayed inside her mind and she begged to remember. But it would take some time. Who knew how long? Maybe as long as it took for Sebastian to develop feelings. If it was possible…

Charlotte's birthday was supposed to be special. But memories filled her mind and she felt her heart ache. If only she remembered her memories, she wouldn't have wondered why. She wouldn't have to suffer anymore. She wouldn't have to suffer the pain of not knowing what her mind hid from her. But in the meanwhile, Sebastian acted as though he understood her and felt slightly sorry. But did he really? Or was it all an act? How would this end out exactly? So many questions because of a simple accident.