"Rapunzel!" cried Eugene.
He'd been searching for her almost eighteen years now. Ever since she'd disappeared on her birthday, he'd been tirelessly searching.
Who had taken her? He had no idea. It couldn't have been Gothel, she was long dead. He didn't know of any other person who would have wanted to take her. Or, and this question terrified him even more, had she gone of her own free will?
He rode Maximus in his unending search. He knew his old self, Flynn Rider, had everything he'd ever wanted. Riches, and a kingdom. After marrying Rapunzel, he'd become the prince of Corona. But he would never rest until he found her.
It was morning now, and he thought he heard a sound in the bushes. But it was only a rabbit. He got off his horse and put his hand out to lean against the wall. But it wasn't a wall, and he fell right through.
The tower! He couldn't believe that, in all those years, he had never thought to look there. He walked through the tunnel until he saw the tower.
There it was, looking exactly as it had the day he'd taken Rapunzel away from it. He ran to it and began to climb.
He soon reached the top and climbed into the window. "Rapunzel?" he cried. Then he heard a sound and turned around. There was a girl holding a frying pan, about to hit him.
"Don't hit me!" he cried. Then he looked at the girl. She had long blonde hair, a scared look on her face, and a purple dress. He'd finally found her.
"Rapunzel, it's you," he said. "But how did your hair..."
He trailed off. The girl's eyes were wrong. She has brown eyes. Rapunzel didn't have brown eyes.
"You're not Rapunzel, are you," he said.
The girl shook her head.
"Do you know anyone by the name of Rapunzel?" he asked.
The girl shook her head again.
Eugene felt defeated. He had been so close, but yet so far away.