Wilt had watched Sarah all afternoon, ever since the garden incident. She had been quiet and preoccupied, as if seeming to keep herself busy. Though he didn't blame her. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her, the pain she must be going through, was unbearable. He knew that feeling all to well.

That night, once everyone was to bed, Wilt silently snuck out of the room then lightly walked down the stairs. He figured that she would be in her usual spot in the back porch. Once downstairs, his attention was dragged to a lightened carpet in the foyer, that came from the direction of the living room. His heart was telling him to follow the light, while his brain was thinking logically to the direction of the porch. In the end, his heart won, and followed the dim light to the living room.

Sarah was seated on the sofa that faced the flames that danced violently in its brick and iron cage. She had her book in hand, her hand gently grazing the cover, she was hoping to start reading, but found not the heart or the need too tonight. Her gaze fixed on the flames, hypnotized by its performance, her mind deep in thought, till a hand landed on her shoulder bringing her back. She turned to face the source of where the hand came from to face Wilt, standing on the other side of the sofa.

Wilt gave her a solemn look, making his way around the sofa, his hand never leaving her shoulder, till he sat down next to her.

For a while they looked at the flames in silence till he spoke, "So…I…I heard of…what…happened, with…Madame Foster."

Sarah looked at him then at the floor.

"I am really sorry Sarah, I heard that it was rare, but…I never thought…it would happen to you, I…"

"its okay Wilt, as heart wrenching as it was, Madame Foster made a valid point on why I can't be adopted. Its not unheard of, but sad none the less. Children that miss this parents due to cause of death or separation. They sometimes make imaginary friends to resemble them. In the end, when the child is grown and no longer needs the aid of that imaginary friend, they come here, but they never get adopted. Some have been adopted before, but caused jealousy amongst the other parents the children already had. Fathers, Mothers, Brothers, Sisters. They are all the same. Even with little features that was lacked from their previous loved one, they still had the personality due to what the child could remember about them." Sarah looked at Wilt, "My children created me because they missed their mother so much, and because I have a motherly instinct and caring nature, I would make the other mothers jealous, which causes rifts in the family. I don't want any child to experience that."

Wilt watched her as she spoke, as brave as she tried to sound, the tears in her eyes said that it was painful to talk about it. With a heavy heart, he brought his finger to her face, wiping away a tear that glistened from the flames, "Imaginary Friend or not, you still would make a great companion to anyone. You are so kind, Thoughtful, you tell really good stories. You have this appeal about you that, wherever you go, the world would pause just to feel your gently feet gracing every step of mother earth…." Wilt covered his mouth at the realization of what he just said.

Sarah stared at him stunned yet flattered. Those words spoken of pure poetry, caused a feeling of a twist in her stomach and a change of color to her face, her hands came to her face to cover up her reddened cheeks.

"I am sorry, forgive me, I …" Wilt stuttered.

Sarah turned her face to the floor once again, "oh…no…its…quite alright Wilt…I was just a little…surprised."

Now it was Wilts turn to blush, "Um. Sarah…?"

"Yes Wilt?"

"There is something…I need to get off my chest…if I may."

Sarah looked at him and nodded for him to continue.

Wilt looked at her eyes, his mouth opened, words of silence. He coughed in his hand, then took a very deep breath, exhaling slowly, " I am pretty sure Frankie has told you but…she had a plan of keeping you here."

"I know…Madame Foster told me about it…"

"you know?"

Sarah nodded.

"then, why didn't you question it of some type of scam?"

"Madame Foster maybe a bit wild, but she would never lie about anything that could cause a bad reputation to Fosters home."

"Oh…your right…but there is one thing that I am sure they forgotten to mention."

"and that is…?"

"That…that…That I…I…."

Sarah looked at him, focusing on what he had to say. Catching him once again speechless in her eyes.

"I…I…"

"Yes?"

"I…I….I can't tell you how grateful I am that Bella and the others got adopted today, I mean I Was so worried about them, especially Bella because she is so adorable and seems so fragile, but I am so happy that she got herself a home." Wilt smiled giving her his best grin.

"Oh…yes, I am happy for them too," Sarah gave him her best smile, though couldn't but feel a slight sad.

Wilt though smiling out the outside, on the inside, he was kicking himself over and over again.

Sarah looked up at the clock seeing the time then rose, "Well, I better be getting to bed, today was a big day, you have a goodnight Wilt." she made her way around the sofa and towards the foyer.

"Sarah?"

Sarah turned to face him.

"For what its worth, you….looked really stunning in that dress you wore today." He smile.

She smiled back, "Thank you…" with that, she turned the corner and was out of sight. Leaving Wilt to the flames as their only companion.

He whispered to himself, hanging his head in disappointment, "I am such an Idiot."