Seven years later.

The marriage between Swann and Dorothea was never the same. It was in the media circuit for a couple of months. Brief details of how the child they were expecting died during birth. Dorothea fell into a depression and hid herself away in their mansion for nearly a year. She didn't want to eat, sleep, nor speak. Swann meanwhile buried himself in his work. Pretending the pain wasn't there. He still went on amazing crowds, while Dorothea fought through the grief she had over their only child.

Soon he was barley home, always working. It seemed as though anytime he looked Dorothea in the eyes the pain he felt would wash over him all over again. Becoming distant, there was a good number of arguments, and then finally they shared separate bedrooms. They rarely ever spoke or saw each other. Dorothea grew more into the beautiful woman she was…while Swann began to fall apart. His hair began to fall out, and he began frail and thin. The only thing that stayed the same about him were those beautiful sparking blue eyes. He drank and smoked…anything that kept the memory away.

At age thirty-two, he felt much older.

Even his performances began to drag on him. The more famous he got, the more he wanted out. This wasn't the life he wanted when Dorothea and him first decided to move to Los Angeles. He felt trapped…all this time, never really getting over it.

They barley made love. Dorothea even broke down to him once, telling him that they should try their hardest and move on. Maybe even having another baby. But Swann pushed her away…he couldn't go through that again. The risk was too high.

So that's how they stayed, distant and falling out of love.

One warm May afternoon, Dorothea went out back for a swim. She mostly stayed inside now. She hardly had any friends, nor even attempted too have any. Swimming underneath the cool crystal clear water, she got out just in time for Clemenzia their housemaid to come out with her tray for breakfast. Clemenzia took over after Linda got married and moved to Europe. Getting out, and drying herself with a towel she smiled at her housekeeper.

"Coffee Mrs. Swann?"

Dorothea smiled.

"Yes thank you."

Clemenzia began pouring when Dorothea looked around. The only time Philip and her really ever did spend time together was in the morning. The last couple of years had been tough on them. But lately he seemed protective of her. In fact, Dorothea could see part of him slowly recovering from the pain that had nearly killed the two of them. But for Dorothea the love she once shared with him was lost forever. Two nights out of the week they would share the same bed. Most of the time it was him coming into her bedroom in the middle of the night. Slipping in beside her and muttering something about nightmares. A few times they would attempt to make love, but always be left laying with their backs facing each other. There really wasn't anything left for them.

"Where's Mr. Swann?"

"In his study, he's got something on his mind."

Dorothea sighed before throwing on her robe and heading up to his study. Walking through the doors, she saw him behind his desk. Smoking and reading the newspaper. A worried and old look spread across his face.

"Hey…mister sunshine…that's what I'm gonna call you for now on."

Dorothea tried smiling as she crossed over, resting her hands on Swann's shoulders.

"Bad show?"

Swann leaned over, kissing her hand.

"The usual…Full house. Standing ovation. I tell them it's magic…"

"They believe you…"

Dorothea said looking off into space. Their relationship really had fallen apart. Here was the man she fell head over heels in love with just when she was a child. Now after their son died, it seemed as though they didn't love each other anymore…

"Yeah…"

She couldn't help it. Even though a huge part of her knew that their love was gone, she still worried about him. He was her husband. He saved her life, took her away, worked so hard to give her this life…and was the father of her only child. She knew he loved her too…but so much had changed.

"Remember Quaid?"

He handed her to newspaper.

"Sure…"

"I think they killed him…"

Dorothea began to walk away, she could feel his eyes on her.

Dorothea felt a sudden awful feeling enter her. A feeling she hadn't felt in years…a feeling of fear.

"Oh God…"

Looking down at the newspaper her husband handed her, she studied the photograph of the man on it. Something deep inside her made her keep looking down at it.

"I just saw him…"

Dorothea turned, seeing the worried look on her husband's face. Even though it had been thirteen years…she still had nightmares. People who followed Nix were still out there. Maybe they wanted revenge.

Swann then looked off.

"I'm putting in a new illusion tonight, something special, I want you to be there."

"Of course…"

Looking down at the newspaper she sighed.

"Do you want me to find out about Quaid, like the funeral?"

Swann shook his head, those beautiful blue eyes looking at her.

"No…I'm not going near him."

Dorothea looked down at the paper again before looking back at her husband. Turning his chair, she only saw clouds of smoke from his cigar come up. Turning away, he decided to get dressed and speak with Valentin. The man who was in the paper…the man named D'Amour.

A few hours later, she met him in the cemetery where her son was buried. A place in which she visited often.

Speaking with him, she was taken back by how handsome and funny he was. She knew he was there the night Quaid died. She knew he was a person who might be able to dig something up.

Something dealing with Nix's people.

Speaking with him, she commented on her husband. The truth was that she was worried about him. If Butterfield and Nix's followers were coming back and killing those who betrayed them. Swann would be next…maybe even her.

She spoke about how her husband really could have been something great, but between fame and money, some people, even good people get lost.

D'Amour decided to take the job, starting to going to Philip's show with her later that night. After saying goodbye, Dorothea prayed D'Amour was a good man who could help them.

Once she got home, she saw Philip was all ready gone. Most likely at the theater getting ready for tonight. Dressing, she eyed her wedding photo and sighed.