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Decided to give you another chapter to ponder over. Enjoy.

Will met Elizabeth early the next morning just like she requested. Except this time she was accompanied by one of her maids. Will couldn't quite remember her name. Mary perhaps or maybe Lauren.

"Will, you remember Katherine right?"

"How could I forget? Lovely seeing you again Miss."

Katherine was very plain looking. She was a very pale girl and her hair was bright red beneath her bonnet. "Nice to see you as well, Mr. Turner," she positively whispered as her cheeks glowed red.

"Let's start over here," Elizabeth said moving along.

By the end of two hours, Elizabeth still had no idea what to buy for her father.

"Perhaps he is in need of a new pocket watch or something similar," Will said looking into another window.

"No, he has about fifty of those."

The girls moved on but Will remained looking through the window. Will really needed a new watch himself but he just didn't have the money at the moment.

"Will."

He turned to see Elizabeth telling him to follow her. He moved away and they went into a bookshop. Will was just looking at the encyclopedia when he heard a squeal.

"This is perfect. He'll love it," Elizabeth said picking up an old dusty volume.

She paid for it and had the owner place it in a special box so she could give it to him. Once the three were outside, she turned to Will with a big smile on her face. "Thank you Will for helping me."

Will smiled at her enthusiasm. "It was nothing. You found it yourself though."

"I must get this home and hidden till tonight. Thank you again." She began to walk away and her maid followed as Elizabeth told the girl what was in the book.

Will walked slowly back to his shop taking as much time as he could. This was the first time in ages that he and Elizabeth spent any time together. It was a rather enjoyable affair he had to admit. When he finally arrived at the smithy door, someone was waiting outside for him. It was Margaret and she had a basket in her hand. "What're you doing here?" Will asked removing the key from his pocket.

"Gee I don't know. Maybe I'm here because I told you the other day that I was bringing you some food for the week courtesy of my mother. What kept you?"

"I was out shopping with Elizabeth. She wanted to buy a gift for her father and I promised to go with her."

He put the key into the keyhole and they both went inside.

"You really need to make more of an effort to make this place nicer looking," Margaret said looking around.

"It's a blacksmith shop. What do you expect?"

She handed Will the basket and he rummaged through it before taking out a roll and biting into it.

"Hungry?" she asked with a laugh.

"Starved. Didn't get to eat this morning since I slept a little late."

His mind suddenly jumped to that mysterious letter he found the night before. "Well, I've got a lot of work to do," he said between swallowing his food.

"Don't take big bites like that before talking or else you'll choke."

"Ha-ha, see you later."

Margaret gave him a quick wave before she disappeared. He took the letter out of his pocket once she was gone and reread it.

Will knew both of his friends' handwriting.

It belonged to neither one of them.

Before he knew it, it was time for bed again. Will looked out his window once again to make sure there were no strange notes and when he was sure there were none he gave a sigh of relief that he didn't know he was holding. He climbed into his bed and said a few prayers before drifting off into nothingness.

Dream

Will was walking on a path covered in smoke and light. It seemed like he was alone but somehow he knew he wasn't. "Will," a voice sweetly called. He turned his head and couldn't see anyone. "Hello," he called. "Will," the voice said from another direction. He turned again and he was very confused.

CRASH.

Will jumped up as lightning crackled by his window. Will wiped some sweat from his forehead and heaved a great sigh before lying back again. After five minutes, Will knew sleep wasn't going to come easily for him so he decided to get a drink of water. Making sure to not make too much noise he went down and went to a pitcher that was sitting in the kitchen area around the back. He poured himself a glass and took a big gulp.

Knock.Knock.Knock.

What was that? It was coming from the front door. How would someone know that Will would be awake enough at this hour to answer it? In fact, how did they know how Will slept? He hadn't realized that as he was thinking those thought, his hand was hovering over the doorknob. Taking a deep breath he opened the door and looked outside. The wind was still whistling and the rain was still coming down heavily. Will moved to close the door when something made a strange jingling noise. He looked and there, hanging from a knife, was a gold pocket watch. It was very similar to one of the ones he had been looking at earlier. He detached the object and looked at the knife as he brought it all inside. It really was a very beautiful watch; he had to admit to that. He opened it to look inside and folded within...was a small piece of paper. He unfolded it and ran to a candle to light it so he could read.

Something handsome for a handsome man.

I love you.

Will quickly crumpled up the paper and threw it into the fireplace making a mental note to light it first thing in the morning. The rest of the night Will turned the watch over in his hands and stared at it contemplating where it might have come from and what he should do about it.