Diana rolled the pen in between her fingertips, sighing deeply and staring at the mostly-empty piece of paper in front of her.

She'd been working on the same letter to Anne for hours now, and her husband had gone to sleep long before. Now, she was left sitting alone on the cold dining room table, the sky outside her a picture of the nighttime. Finally, she stood up from her chair and retrieved her coat, not caring that it was quite cold out that time of year. Tugging on her hat and boots, she pushed the door open, letting it swing closed behind her. She felt a rush of cold air come over her, and shivered slightly and buttoned up her coat. She could see dainty snowflakes drifting from the sky, and smiled. The snow glittered ever so slightly in the moonlight, a beauty that had yet to be touched by anything but the glow of the moon.

The moon was full, hanging majestically above the town she lived in. Choosing to take a path through the forest for a midnight walk, She pulled her coat closer, and began in the direction of the forest.

It was about halfway through her walk she began to hear footsteps behind her. They were uneven at first, as if made by a person not too keen on getting anywhere quickly. She was still walking in the opposite direction of her house, but did not want to turn around, in case the person was following her. She began to speed up, keeping her head down and shoulders close to her. The footsteps sped up with her, so she abandoned her ladylike stride and simply ran, fearing for her safety. Turning off the path, she kept going, through the trees and grass. She heard the footsteps gaining on her, and figured her best bet would be a skill she learned from Anne.

She took a sharp right, finally going back in the right direction, and found a tree that looked remotely climbable. She heard the person running behind her still, but was confident she wouldn't be able to be spotted from the tree. Climbing up swiftly, she gripped the branch, and waited.

The person rounded the corner, and Diana could safely say it was a man, about her age. He had dark brown curly hair, and seemed much taller than her. Squinting, she gasped, and nearly lost her balance. Gripping on again, and not caring that he could hear her, she yelled,

"Gilbert?"

A/N: As is probably obvious, I've not yet decided who is going to be Diana's husband. So as not to destroy any existing ships from the show, I'm probably going to make someone up, so if you have any ideas I would love to hear them in the reviews!