Subaru crashes through the door, tumbling down, his head hit the hard ice floor, Watson carries Beatrice inside, shutting the door close.

Subaru struggles in room, slipping, slowly rising up.

Room of antarctic styrofoams, two chairs, two elders.

Crawling towards Beatrice, sluggish, looks at his heel, face toils and crumbles like foil, holding her in his heart.

Watson Amelia drinks from a bottle, moves it to Subaru and Beatrice's mouth. Group bunches together facing the two elders.

All shakes, rumbling in their own movements, the two groups stared at each other. Subaru's eyes widen, hands as pillars, stands to move towards them.

Stomping snows, foot prints on right, dragging one foot, a line forms on left side.

Subaru walks at the same pace as the cane taps.

-Subaru?

Beatrice's still in Watson's hands, the detective rise then went to support Subaru's side.

Beatrice lights from her heart, melt some of the ice off.

Subaru closely inspects silver couple.

- Mom? Dad?

(His voice shakes, hands holding the two, two streams flow from his eyes, smiles)

Watson looks to his face, calls Beatrice to her side. Subaru holds up his mother's face and his father's, chuckles, hands cover, wiping, breakdown.

Watson holds Beatrice in her arms, Subaru shakes, stutters.

- It's been so long since I've seen you… Have I been gone for that long?

-S-Subaru? [Hic] I don't think… (Watson with a slight lisp.)

- W-what? (Elder lady speaks)

- Mom, it's me, your son. (He holds her hands to his heart, kneel, eye to eye, he gave her a smile, shaking, crying.)

- Who are you?

- What? (Shakes head, eyebrows raised, eyes watery.)

- Who are you!?

- Mom, it's me!

- I don't know you, I don't know you.

(The old woman shakes, backing off.)

Subaru look to his dad, as Natsuki reaches his arms out, his dad shakes his head, always the same sound.

- No, no, no…

- No… No… No… (Subaru steps back, cowers into a sitting fetus-position, his eyes darkens)

Watson touches his side, asking if okay, he falls over, a surpressed scream is heard, she and Beatrice look over to see sea of rose from his mouth flows.

Beatrice's eyes, brows and mouth widens, she rushes to his side, screaming.

- No!

- What!?

Watson looks to see Beatrice shoving her hand into Subaru's mouth.

- What are you doing!?

- He's trying to bite it off!

Watson comes to hold him open with a fist in his mouth, Beatrice has fingers covered in roses, bruised up both hands, Watson grabs the needle on her leg, injects it into his jaw.

Muscle contracts, Subaru starts shaking.

- Beatrice!

Watson screams, they're all holding him down. Beatrice shines a light onto Subaru from her heart, he calms, Subaru movements slowly halts, with Beatrice and Watson slowly relieving.

The two's eyes tense, looking at the other.

- Beatrice… How often does this happen?

Bea sighs, looking away, still stroking Subaru's hair.=

- Enough…

Watson turns away, looking down, with tears, sits, staring off with a hopeless look. She turns to the two elders, face tense, eyes narrow and brows come together.

- You are nothing but a fake, look at what you did.

In her soothing voice carries nothing but rage. She stands to face the two.

Closer, she whispers, eyes with burning fire.

- Who are you two?

Ice melts, from lead white cocoon shell to wooden interior.

Beatrice holds him close to chest with ruby hands, caressing him with kisses, she cries.

- You're always there for me, for 400 years, I've been alone, but ever since you came along, I'm always happy, every moment with you around is worth living.

Beatrice caresses his face, wiping, her own tears off him.

Watson holds her ground, staring down.

- Angels… We are angels, and this… Is a test.

- A test?

The ground shakes, the elders, their faces morphs to unrecognizable features.=

"To pimp a butterfly."

All father's raven head, cane shows, two mini ravens and wolves by his long sleeve Hawaiian shirt, rain lily and juniper pattern, wolf's-bane pattern business tie as blindfolds, navy skies, ishtar gates.

From mother's frail and baggy form forms a copper woman with a short, vanta straight bob cut, wrapped in a way oversized emerald jacket. Eyes of jaded leaves, athletic. An angel that looks like actresses, the status of Cleopatra.

Six-Foot-Four / One-Meter-Ninety-Three tall,

Emerald folds hair back to a bun, takes off jacket. Strawberry fire sleeved shirt, amethyst royal purple vest with gold rose heads pattern, skin color changes from bronze to light beige berry smoothie then back again, constantly.