Snatcher had come to think that humans were fragile little creatures. They were so weak, so easily afraid… Animals with a conscience, driven by instincts and stupid emotions. With shaking knees, they would beg him to spare them, to let them go, but the ghost always killed them afterwards. Listening to their pleas, to their death screams… Sure, the first souls he had snatched hadn't been for pleasure, though he eventually got used to it. He even got to find it fun! As they always say: time and trauma really do change people!

Humans had distinct signs of fear: rapid breathing, heart pounding inside their chest, sweat all over their face, muscles completely frozen, shaky limbs… He had seen all kinds of reactions from his victims! At this point, one could say he was an expert on that topic. After all, not only had he killed many people after having stolen their souls, but he also murdered them using various and imaginative methods! Thrown into the swamps, blown up by his lasers, drown, hanged, split in two (that one was always fun), and many, many other types of death. Well, he did have to occupy himself during his long and boring afterlife!

But, for the very first time, at that precise moment, he felt exactly like the people he used to kill.

Panic had engulfed him whole, as Vanessa was leading him by the hand through the corridors of the manor. She was in front of him, pulling him faster and faster as seconds passed. Or maybe it was his imagination? If it was, the coldness of her hand certainly wasn't. Vanessa was clearly mad at him and even his dumb old self would be able to see it. It was obvious: her body was tensed and she was using more strength, as if she was pulling a child somewhere to punish him. Well, it wasn't very far from the truth, really.

They went through the different floors, and Snatcher could only be relieved not to be taken to the cellar again. Maybe he was going to have a bad time, but at least, it wouldn't be down there. Every cloud had a silver lining! He was being positive, here!

The ghost's fear was soon replaced by confusion, as Vanessa stopped in front of his own bedroom. Why? The shade was almost expecting to be locked up in the attic at this point! Would she really just let him go back to his room without doing anything else than actually talking? He couldn't believe it. There had to be something.

The Queen opened the door with a smile and pushed herself on the side to let him come in first. With great suspicion, Snatcher complied and entered the room, still staying very much vigilant. Vanessa was vicious, he knew that very well. He couldn't take the risk of underestimating her or whatever she had planned for him now. His movements were slow and careful and his ex followed him into the room before closing the door behind her. Instinctively, Snatcher stepped away from her, not liking the idea of being alone in the same room as her. It made him feel rightfully quite nervous.

Vanessa dusted her dress a little bit as silence settled between the ex-couple. The ghost gulped down with difficulty, as he could only wait for her to decide what to do next. Eventually, she pointed to his bed, still smiling. However, Snatcher knew her well enough to understand that she wasn't sincere.

-"Why don't you sit down, dear?" she asked, in the nicest voice possible. But her eyes weren't smiling and the sound of her words burnt like poison entering the shade's ears. It sounded fake.

The ghost's stance remained defensive as he slowly shook his head, frowning. He really didn't like where this was going. It was way better than being shackled on the cellar's wall, obviously, but that didn't mean he would accept everything in comparison.

-"I'm fine standing up, thank you," he replied, in a much harsher tone than what he first intended. He was still afraid -who wouldn't be in his shoes?- but he had a lot of unfinished business with that awful woman.

The Queen's smile wavered for an instant and Snatcher didn't need to see more to know that he had annoyed her. Well, retorting always upset her in the past: it wasn't much different now. Vanessa had always been hot-blooded, anything could get her angry or upset. Not being given what she wanted irritated her, not being able to do something exasperated her, and not being obeyed to made her mad. Especially if her Prince was the one to disagree with her.

-"I wasn't asking," replied Vanessa coldly. It contrasted even more with the fake smile on her face.

Snatcher understood quite fast the threat hidden in her answer: if he wasn't going to sit down, she would make him. And honestly, he didn't want to try and test her patience, even more when he knew how irritable she could be when things didn't go her way. Silently and reluctantly, the shade complied once again, not without glaring at her in the process.

He hated her so much. He hated how selfish she was and had always been to him. He hated the very idea of having been in love with her in the past. And he loathed the fact that he could die a second time because of her.

He waited, knowing quite well that Vanessa wouldn't appreciate him interrupting her one more time. Usually, Snatcher didn't care about people's feelings, especially Vanessa's, but since he was now a mere mortal against someone who had mastered ice magic… He didn't feel confident enough to put up a big fight.

Plus… He needed all possible chances to find that Time Piece, and creating problems wouldn't help him in the least. If he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, he had to put his pride aside. Yet, he absolutely loathed the idea of submitting to Vanessa, even just for a while. After everything she did to him… And kept doing, considering the position he was in at the moment, he wanted nothing more than to strangle her and kill her for good. Twice.

-"Now…" The Queen's voice cut his inner monologue short and he got his attention back on her: "Where were you today?" was the first thing that came out of her mouth.

Snatcher felt all the muscles of his body turn cold as soon as the words came to his ears. He had expected that question, yes, but it was always different to imagine a situation and actually experiencing it. As for where he was, well… He definitely had no intention of mentioning the kid nor her spaceship in any way. So he could only come up with excuses and hope for the best. But, deep down, he was worried and rightfully so: Vanessa always knew how to tell if he was lying or not. Sure, Snatcher had become better at it with years of being dead, but so did she.

He really was nervous, and keeping a straight face in front of his murderer was far from easy:

-"I went for a walk after the argument with my parents," he answered with the most neutral voice he could make: "Am I not allowed to do that?"

His ex's smile widened in return, though Snatcher could tell that it certainly wasn't a good thing. The way she was looking at him was enough to inform him that she was growing impatient and exasperated with him. She probably saw through his lies right away, just like he feared. But it didn't change the fact that he absolutely could not talk about the kid. Not to her.

-"Oh, you are, you are!" she replied with a sweet voice, joining both hands together as she continued: "But I have to admit that I have some doubts."

There it was. Snatcher gulped down in a way he hoped to be discreet, but he knew better.

-"With your broken leg, and the other one being quite injured as well… I have trouble imagining you going very far, especially for a whole day! Don't you find it strange as well, Alistel?"

It was indeed very strange. Finding a reason for such a long absence, especially with how painful walking was to him… He had to admit that his excuse wasn't a good one, to begin with. However, that didn't prevent him from retorting, lifting his hands as he spoke again:

-"Well, it's the truth. What do you want me to say?"

His attitude must have annoyed the Queen a bit too much, as the smile finally disappeared from her face. It was replaced by a much more serious expression that didn't reassure Snatcher at all. She stepped closer to him, shortening the distance between them.

-"I know you're aware of what's going on," she murmured, her eyes fixed on his. She stopped just in front of him, while the ghost's breath got stuck in his throat. He didn't like where this was going and he disliked the look on her face even more. Before he was able to move, she gently put her hands on his shoulders, forcing him to remain where he was. Snatcher's entire body froze from the contact and his heart skipped a beat. He felt like a bucket full of cold water had just been dumped right on him.

He was terrified. As much as he wanted to scream at her, doing so while she was so close to him, when she was much more powerful than him… His mind wanted to fight, but his body turned a deaf ear. Snatcher wanted to tell her to let go of him, to go away… But he couldn't. No sound came out of his opened mouth.

All he could do was to listen, as she continued, this time with a nicer tone that felt strangely more sincere than before:

-"I know you…Remember," she started again, lightly digging her fingers in the shade's shoulders, who was completely unable to move at that point: "And I know you might still be mad at me for what happened… But you left me no choice!"

Snatcher frowned: what did she just say?

He didn't have the time to ask her that as she kept going, not letting him the time to interrupt:

-"I may have overdone it, yes… But you were the one who cheated on me in the first place!"

Snatcher couldn't believe what he was hearing at that moment. Was she seriously trying to defend herself for having murdered him? She couldn't be that stupid, could she? Though, the sincere expression painted on her face was enough of an answer to him. She was convinced that everything that had happened was his fault, not hers.

She was exactly the same as before. She had never changed in all those years. She was still the same old Queen that never wanted to admit being responsible for a problem. She had never regretted what she had one to him or to all the Subcon villagers, even the children. All that mattered to her was her own happiness, no matter what she had to break or destroy to obtain it.

The ghost had never wanted to kill her so badly in his entire life and afterlife combined.

-"Are you being serious right now?" he finally replied, with a very dangerous tone.

Vanessa remained stunned for a while, probably not expecting that kind of response from him.

-"What do you mean?" she asked, confused. She then placed both of her hands over her heart and continued, offended: "Of course I am! You can't have forgotten what you did to me! You broke my heart and flirted with… With that woman!"

Snatcher's brows rose as his anger was becoming more and more palpable as time passed. So she was being serious, and he wasn't even surprised. A dense feeling of hatred engulfed him as he glared at her.

-"I broke your heart? Excuse me? You broke mine!" He was so outraged by what she had just told him that he couldn't help but stand up, forcing her to step back. Words were leaving his mouth on their own, as if finally, he had the chance of getting everything out of his chest: "I was buying you flowers! Because I was in love with you! And what did you do when I came back with them? You locked me up in a cellar and left me to die! And I'm the one who broke your heart? Please, stop, you're making things worse for yourself, here."

He stopped, catching his breath. In front of him, Vanessa was silent, unmoving, as if she was still processing what he had just screamed at her. She seemed astonished and Snatcher quickly understood why: he had never raised his voice against her like this. She did. That was certainly why she was so surprised. But soon, her bewilderment was replaced by fury, as her brows frowned and her face became redder and redder with anger. The air around her suddenly became much colder and the ghost could see the tip of her hair turning black. Her eyes were turning red and she was glaring at him in a way she had never done before. She was livid.

-"You're lying! You never loved me! You played with me!" She suddenly pointed an accusing finger at him: "You went to see her today, didn't you?"

Snatcher's face grew pale. Did she know about the kid? He gulped down with difficulty.

-"What are you talking about?" he questioned, trying to look ignorant enough. But his ex wasn't buying it and the ghost jumped when she screamed once again:

-"That florist!" Ice spread on the ground around her as her voice resonated in the room and probably in the entire manor too. "Anger" wasn't enough to describe her state of mind at the moment. Her hair was becoming blacker as seconds went by and she seemed out of breath, as if, just like him, she was getting something out of her chest: "I'm giving us the chance to get things right, to erase your past mistakes, and that's how you're thanking me? You ingrate!"

Snatcher was well past simple "anger" as well the second she pronounced those last sentences. She couldn't have said that, she couldn't be that stupid… But here she was, telling him how she was doing the right thing, like she was the mature adult in this story!

What a joke.

-"You? Doing the right thing?" He stepped forward, making her back away once again: "Don't make me laugh," he responded, in the most spiteful tone he could manage.

The shade then pointed to their surroundings:

-"You think this is real, Vanessa? You think you're doing me, us, a favour by doing this? Well, newsflash! You're not! And you know why?" Vanessa remained silent, though returned him his glare, as he kept going: "All of this is fake! It doesn't exist! It's an imitation of the past! Don't tell me you actually believe this is real."

-"You're lying," she simply answered, as serious as he was a few moments ago. She was clearly displeased and in denial. She always has been, in the end. This was what had led him to his first death and what would lead to their second one if she continued to remain so stubborn.

-"Oh, I'm lying! I'm always lying, that's what you think, isn't it? Well, guess what? I never was! And what I just said? It's true! Not only everything here is fake, but it'll be gone in a few days, and so will we! Great way to make things right, Vanessa!"

He clapped his hands sarcastically to emphasize his last sentence. The movement seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back, as Vanessa snapped once again. She came back right before him and grabbed his hands to stop him from clapping again. The contact of her gloves against his skin was awful to Snatcher. Her icy hands were a clear sign of her fury. It was so cold that it hurt.

-"You're lying, you're lying, you're lying!" yelled Vanessa, as her hair was now almost completely black and getting sharper, the same way Snatcher's spectral form became when he was extremely furious: "How would you know?! I did this, not you!"

Because of the pain on his wrists, Snatcher had to clench his teeth not to whine. He still managed to let out a few words, trying his best not to show himself weaker than he already was:

-"Don't… Don't tell me you haven't seen those white cracks appearing out of nowhere!"

As if the words had a special meaning to Vanessa, she suddenly loosened her grip on his wrists. Her enraged expression changed in a blink, replaced by something akin to realization. Her face grew almost as pale as Snatcher's and she let go of his hands, still keeping them in the air, shocked.

She had seen them. That was what it meant.

-"Those are not… That's not what he-" she stuttered, looking elsewhere as an inner fight seemed to be going on in her mind. Snatcher, however, didn't miss the very important blunder she just made in her attempt to retort something.

She had just said "he". For the first time in days, he had a concrete clue about the mastermind behind what was happening.

Apparently, she noticed her own mistake and immediately put her hand over her mouth, as if she wanted to silence herself. But it was too late. Snatcher needed to know who that "he" was to her, and also to him.

-"Vanessa. Who's 'he'?" he interrogated her, feeling that this was definitely a trail he needed more details on.

The woman simply shook her head silently, refusing to answer him. Though, it really wasn't enough to stop the shade from wanting to know more. What did stop him, however, was a knock on the door. Both he and Vanessa turned in its direction.

"Well, what a lucky interruption…" thought Snatcher, while glaring at the door. With a quick "come in!", he allowed the person behind the door to enter the room. Unsurprisingly, Simeon was the one to come in, closing the door behind him. The butler was standing up straight, as usual. In comparison, what was weird was the way Vanessa's face became paler than it already was. She instantly looked the other way, like a child caught in the act.

"Wait…" Was she reacting this way because of Simeon's apparition in the room?

Snatcher didn't have much time to wonder any more on the question, as his inner monologue was cut short by the older man:

-"My apologies, your majesty," he started, bowing slightly in front of the ex-couple: "I needed to tell you that the doctor is on his way. If you'd like, Prince Alistel, I had someone prepare a bath for you. You must be really tired."

The man was smiling, but contrary to all the other times the ghost had seen him smile… Something felt wrong. His happiness seemed just as fake as Vanessa's one a few minutes earlier. Then, there was her reaction to him… It was extremely suspect and Snatcher started to think again about his previous hypothesis. Was the mastermind Simeon? Could it be possible?

But why? It didn't make any sense! Simeon was dead even before the rift was made! And the hat-wearing child had been very clear: Vanessa couldn't have been the one to make this time rift. But then… How?

Snatcher didn't understand, yet… He definitely had the impression that there was something he wasn't seeing. But it was there, and his ex's reaction was one of his biggest clues, along with her previous blunder.

Simeon's stare made the ghost strangely ill-at-ease and, for a reason he couldn't explain yet, he felt the need to run. But why? Simeon had been the family's loyal butler! Though, then again, he had been the butler of Vanessa's family. Not his. And if his hypothesis was right, no matter how far-fetched it was to him… Well, it was best to be extremely careful. Especially if the mastermind was clearly more powerful than the Queen herself.

Snatcher finally nodded and put a fake smile on his lips.

-"Yes, you're right. I am quite tired," he declared, moving towards the door. As he passed next to Simeon, he thanked him for the bath. The butler's smile widened as he replied:

-"Oh, you're welcome, my Prince. If you need anything else, please tell me, I will do everything in my power to help you."

-"I will, thank you."

Snatcher left the room and closed the door behind him. Once he was alone in the hallway, he felt like a huge weight had been removed from his shoulders. He couldn't tell why exactly, yet he knew that this had to do with what had just happened. Why did he felt this way? Why did Vanessa have reacted so badly? He hated to be in the dark like this, especially knowing that he and the kid had a countdown problem. He didn't know exactly how much time they had left. The brat had told him "a few days", but it wasn't very precise.

Plus, if Vanessa had also witnessed time anomalies… Then, it meant the rift was probably more unstable than what they first thought. They needed to find that Time Piece, fast, and preferably without being caught first.

Instead of leaving to the bathroom like he should have done, he kneeled in front of the door, sticking his ear on the door. If he wanted to be sure about his hypothesis, there weren't many other possibilities. It's not like he could ask Vanessa, or even ask Simeon directly! He wasn't a moron and definitely didn't have a death wish.

Silence greeted him for a few seconds. At first, he believed that the door was too thick to let sounds go through. However, just as he was about to stand up, he caught up a muffled voice through the wood:

-"You really do not understand, do you?

Snatcher's body froze, as he realized that this voice wasn't Simeon's nor Vanessa's. Then who was talking? It was masculine and its intonation had been disapproving. The voice was peculiarly soft and not really deep. In any case, it was a voice the ghost didn't know. Who was in the room with them? Everything was so much more confusing now!

He frowned and kept listening, trying to find other clues useful to him. Vanessa's voice was quick to reply to the stranger:

-"I-I'm sorry, I tried to stay calm!" His ex sounded really distressed. The shade never heard her sound like this before and it actually made him feel nervous. If someone was scaring Vanessa, while he did not… Well, this was not good for him and the kid.

Who was that guy?

-"I find it quite weird that you choose to use that excuse again," retorted the voice, threatening.

Silence ensued and Snatcher remained completely unmoving as he waited for the others to talk again. It didn't last very long but it truly felt like hours to him.

-"You know," continued the stranger, "after I decided to help you, I think I made you promise to keep your anger under control. Tell me, do you remember that?"

The spirit could tell very easily from the tone of the voice that it wasn't really a question.

-"Yes… Yes, I did."

-"So… May I ask you what you do not understand in that simple request? Because I would gladly explain it to you again."

The threats were absolutely not hidden anymore now. Damn, that guy truly had threatening potential! In any other situation, Snatcher would have felt something akin to jealousy or admiration, depending on the person speaking, but in the present… He felt as much threatened as Vanessa, perhaps more, since she had powers to defend herself while he did not.

He forced his mind to focus on reality when he heard Vanessa apologize:

-"I'm sorry. I promise I'll be more careful."

-"This is exactly what you promised me this morning and yet, you still managed to reveal my existence to him just now. What a shame."

Snatcher's eyebrows rose: did that guy just got Vanessa to apologize to him? What was he using, witchcraft? Both in his life and afterlife, Snatcher never managed to get a sincere "I'm sorry" from her! And that stranger got her to say those words just like this? Seriously, who was that guy?

-"Please do not make me regret helping you. We still have much to do for your dream to come true. Do not waste the chance I am offering you."

-"But…!"

Snatcher stuck his ear to the door even more, extremely curious about what Vanessa was about to say after that kind of threat.

-"He- Alistel told me that this isn't real. That this world will disappear in a few days…"

-"Oh please, are you believing him more than me?" answered the voice, outraged: "I offered you a way to go back in time, to erase what went wrong, and you would rather believe him? The man who cheated on you? Vanessa, dear, you really are hurting my feelings." He paused before continuing: "If there is anyone to trust here, it is me. You should know that by now."

Snatcher was instantly filled with absolute fury at the stranger's affirmations.

"This guy…!" The spirit had never cheated on Vanessa! She was the one who went crazy and murdered an entire village! How dared he-

The ghost suddenly realized that if he stayed here any longer, he would be found out very soon. The conversation seemed almost over now, and this was his chance to leave before being caught. He did get all the information he needed to prove that Simeon was implied. Though… Did that mean that "Simeon" wasn't really him? That someone was impersonating him? This was all Snatcher could think of.

He quickly stood up, as silently as possible, and walked away fast until he hid behind a corner. He waited for a bit and, after a few minutes, finally saw Simeon walking out of the room. Vanessa was coming right after him, looking at her own feet. This was really a weird sight to Snatcher. Normally, it would make him laugh, but now… It only meant that whoever was working with Vanessa was much, much more dangerous than her.

"Who are you…?" he wondered to himself, as he stared at the back of "Simeon", who was walking towards the stairs, followed by Vanessa. Once the ghost was completely alone, he tried to relax his body, which had been tensed for quite a while.

Whoever was that guy… He and the kid would have to be really careful from now on. The sooner they left, the better.

Snatcher frowned and finally looked away from the staircase. Well… Now, he had a bath to take. Maybe it would help him to understand better what was happening in the dark.