Bular slipped into the abandoned drive-in. He was ready and eager to see his secret girlfriend. He had even brought them a snack for this particular evening. Curtesy of the changlings at the museum, of course.

He found Bagdwella absentmindedly rifling threw one of the old cars. Bular stopped short. A frown lay heavy on her face and her hands shook as she searched.

"Dwelly?" Bular set his basket to the side and knelt more to her hight, "Are you alright?"

"Of course, Sweet Bun, " She smiled up at him, "I was just doing a little work while I waited for you."

Her smile didn't quite meet her eyes.

Bular looked over her shoulder at the car, "Are you having financially? I know I can't do much to help but I can do something."

"No," Bagdwella looked down, "It's nothing like that. I'm fine, Bular. Honest."

Bular sat for a moment before tilting her chin up and pressing his nose to hers. Bagwella sighed and griped the leather cross over his chest, nussling her nose closer too his. After a moment, Bular leaned back and looked around.

"No Nolla tonight?"

Bagdwella stiffened and lowered her head.

"Dwelly? Did someth-"

"She fell..."

Bular was silenced. Bagdwella's shoulders shook.

"I-she- she was really sluggish aand-and tired so I told her to go take a little nap and...and she never got back up..."

Bular didn't know what to say so he just pulled Bagdwella against his chest. It was only a second more before Bagdwella was sobbing. Bular had never been particularly attatched to the gnome but there was something in knowing that he would never see her again, seeing how much her loss was hurting Bagdwella, that made his heart twist. He sat back on one of the abandoned trucks and cradeled his love closer.

"Do-do any of your friends in Trollmarket know?"

Bagdwella shook her head, "No. *hic* I wont see any of them until tomorrow evening. But...I do have to tell them. Nolla's son, he's the companion of Jay's son."

Bular rubbed her back, "I'm so sorry, Dwelly. I wish I could have been there to help you."

Bagdwella sniffled and fingered some of the metal rivets on his straps, "You're helping now. I haven't had anyone to talk to. Even her mate left after she fell."

Bular ran his fingers up her ruby hair. The secret couple sat together in companionable silence for a moment.

"Oh, um, I brought us a bit of a snack if you feel like eating," Bular leaned over and picked up his basket, "It's not much but-"

"It's great," Bagdwella chuckled and pulled a bowl from the basket, "How did you manage this?"

"One changling got new dishes and gave me her old set to eat. The rest came from another who...didn't know I would be sharing..."

Bagdwella wipped her eyes and nuzzled closer to Bular as he poured their drinks. For all that night they just sat in the bed off that old pickup truck and enjoyed their dinner. When the sun began to rise, Bular scooped Bagdwella back into his arms and carried her into the projector room. They snuggled in their nest andd wrapped eachother in the blankets.

As he lay watching his lover sleep, Bular couldn't help wondering if he could do anything more to lift her spirits. He wondered, not for the first time, if Kanjigar would be willing to help him get into Trollmarket. If tthe Trollhunter would believe he had changed as much as Bagdwella knew.