So, here is the second chapter. Enjoy and pardon grammar (particularly commas). I thank all you people who reviewed.

Morgan woke early the next day. The sun was low on the horizon and twilight streamed in through his window. A bird was perched on the windowsill, chirping its morning song, together with the voices of many others. Strange shadows danced on the walls to the bird's song and light reflected round the room, through Morgan's two mirrors and windows. He rose and went to the window. The room had at one point belonged to Howl, before he had added the two extra rooms, and he had not bothered to change the windows position; so it still looked out onto the rolling hills of Wales, that stretched out beyond his Aunts old house. Here the sun was almost still completely hidden from view behind hills and the clouds were a soft yellow and in some places pink. It was a wonderful sunrise, so beautiful that Morgan had trouble pulling himself away from the window.

He did manage it though. He checked the clock, five in the morning; the bakery would be open in two hours. He had made his mind up, while lying in bed last night that he would visit Elaine, first thing tomorrow. He would have to be there early, to avoid the crowds that started to flock in later, if he was going to be able to talk to her. He didn't know what to say, only that he needed to talk to her; he just needed to say something to her. He did not know what about or why, just something.

He found his best clothes and went downstairs with them over his arm; moving quietly, not wanting to wake anyone. He went into the bathroom and spent a happy hour playing with his fathers potions and annoying Calcifer, by using so much water that Calcifer had to fetch it from the marshes and heat it himself.

Calcifer, though he was free, had never really left and he still controlled the castle for Howl, even more so, now that the King was asking more and more of Howl. The king's second daughter, Jemima, was at the age to be married, but was not at all interested in the concept and despite everything the King tried; he could not find her a suitable husband. He had now, in an act of desperation, asked Howl to find her a partner, which was more difficult than Howl had anticipated. Morgan remembered his father coming home with news. He had been devastated; it had taken Sophie an hour to snap out of it and several batches of green slime.

Morgan left the bathroom. He was only just properly out of the door, when confronted by an angry Calcifer.

"What were you doing!? I had to get water from the marshes and you've run the hot springs dry! I expect you're now going to ask for a nice hot breakfast!"

"I know" said Morgan simply, "I won't need any breakfast either."

Calcifer looked rather shocked, "What?"

"I'm going into town for breakfast."

"Why?"

"I just want too" Morgan wasn't sure he wanted to tell anyone about Elaine and if he did Calcifer was at the bottom of the list. Calcifer soured out of the grate and hovered around Morgan.

"What on earth is going on?" he asked

"Nothing" answered Morgan, completely at ease, "I just want to get out before the crowds."

"All right," said Calcifer. It was obvious he was not convinced, but he let Morgan open the door without interfering. Morgan left wondering why it was so darn hard talking to Elaine, when he could keep his cool with anything else. It was very unlike him.

Morgan walked out into the street. It was quiet, with squashed flowers and wreaths lying on the ground, left as a reminder of yesterday's festivities. He himself

was carrying a fresh posy of flowers, which he had picked, after leaving the castle. The sun was now a way above the horizon and it shone down upon the square lighting up the clock on the church and telling Morgan it was still five minutes until the bakery officially opened. A young girl passed him carrying flowers she had picked off the stones followed by a boy and a wheelbarrow. They were cleaning up the mess that May Day always managed to leave, erasing the memory of that happy, crowded day from people's minds, until next year, where it would all start again.

The clock struck seven and Morgan ran across the square to the bakery. He did not know why he ran, there was a good chance Elaine wasn't there and that even if she was, this would be the day he lost all hope of gaining her attention, because he made a complete fool of himself.

He entered the shop and a smell of warm fresh bread filled his nostrils and made him smile. The shop was empty apart from one man standing at the counter talking to a serving girl. He was pointing at a heart shaped cake and talking fast. As Morgan grew closer he saw that the man had wavy black hair, a little thicker than his own and a brown face…. Farik! The serving girl was Elaine; what did he want? Why was he here so early?

Morgan walked forward and tapped Farik on the shoulder. The tall youth turned round quickly; spotting Morgan he relaxed.

"Oh, hello," he said, twirling the corners of a large package, "I…I was just going."

"Bye," replied Morgan, a little surprised by the quick exit, but quite happy to encourage it. Farik rushed out of the shop leaving Morgan with no choice but to approach the counter and Elaine.

"Hello, what did he want?" he asked, feeling nosey and foolish, but inside hoping that Farik hadn't been here for the same reason he was.

"Oh, he wanted a heart-shaped bun, said it was his girls birthday, Emma or something. Why, did you know him?" she replied in a voice three times nicer than the ones that had filled his dreams and when he looked at her face it was twice as lovely than the one in his memories.

"Emma…" he stuttered, remembering his sister's birthday and feeling guilty that he had not bought her a present, but relieved that Farik had not been here to see Elaine.

"I think so, do you know her?"

"Yes, she's my sister and that was Farik, he's a family friend. But…" he remembered Emma at the table yesterday; she had been talking non-stop about Farik.

"What?" asked Elaine

"Nothing, I just… forget it." He turned to look into her beautiful eyes, they were staring right back at him, with the same sparkle they had held yesterday, full of curiosity.

"Oh, well what did you want?" she said though the curious look on her face did not go.

"Umm, nothing really, but well… yes, I err… wanted to…." She was smiling at him, how couldn't leave; make something up, "I'd like a, one of those bun things with the cream in."

"So would I, but we only have them on special occasions," she answered. How could he forget! He felt stupid, he wanted now most of all to say something clever, to sound cool and knowledgeable, but what? Think he told himself, think!"

"I... I want a... a pizza!" he said finally, releasing all the air in him. What! Clever! No he had screwed it all up.

"A what?" she said, giggling. How could he forget! They didn't have pizza here; it was something you could only get in Howl's world. He was about to explain in full detail about pizza and the other world, but caught himself with the thought of explaining Wales. It would put him in rather an awkward position.

"Sorry, I didn't mean pizza; don't know what that is, I meant one of those round buns." He said quickly trying to repair his mistake but failing.

"What's pizza?" she asked resting her head on the counter waiting for an explanation. Morgan resigned and told her all he knew about Wales and the origin of pizza. She watched him talk with interest, not noticing the other costumers that were now starting to come in to buy the fresh bread or to see Elaine. The other girls in the shop saw to them ignoring Elaine, but many of the young men saw Elaine talking to Morgan and left. Elaine was not the only person not to notice them; Morgan felt their presence, but took no notice. He was staring into Elaine's interested eyes and talking to her softly.

Like it? Sorry there wasn't any Howl, I promise I'll put him in the next chapter.