It was a friget, fall day, where Klaus and Isadora where sitting on a piece of tree trunk holding hands. They revisited the horrors at the hinterland. They discussed how they would spend the rest of their lives. The decided to take a walk up the large blizzard moutain,that never seem to be warm, and hike up to where they were captured. They walked side bye side, hand in hand, only to find the tragedy that awaited them. They reached the first large cliff of the mountain and continued walking after a beautiful look at the scenier.Isadore was disappointed that she didn't bring her note book to jot down a poem about it. Klaus on the other hand was too distracted by the rose ness of Isadora's cheeks; they reminded him of flower pedal. They continued walking, not speaking at all, not a word, nor a wisper.they had reached the highest point that they could go. They sat down on the snow caped ledge and ponder of what could happen in a matter of minutes. Isadora had a bad feeling, while Klaus was wondering if he should kiss her or not. Klaus finally decided that they should get going; he planned to kiss her on the way down. Isadora slowly stepped up, and began walking. She stoped, she turned around and looked back, and she thought she had forgotten her cloves. She stepped back over near the ledge and look down. She lost her balance and fell over. You can imagine what happened next.Klause Ran to where she had landed. He thought that if he ran down he could get to her. The ting was when he got down there; she was no where in site. He ran around trying to find her, but it was like she got up and left. He slowly walked down the moutain, looking glum as ever, and continued walking till he reached the bottom. He sat on the tree stump that they had shared earlier. He put his hands to his face as tears ran down. You can only imagine how he feels to lose a loved one.