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The door to the smithy opened and a head poked inside. "Hello?" they said.

The person, who was a girl, closed the door behind her and looked around. "Will?"

Will was still sitting around the back, head on the table, fast asleep with the pocket watch in one hand and his mouth wide open. "Will?"

The man snorted and opened his eyes. He opened the watch and saw that the time read 10:30. He stood up so quickly that the chair fell behind him with a loud crash. It caused, whoever was in there to run quickly around the back to see what was wrong. It was Margaret. "Margaret, what're you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? What are you still doing sleeping?"

"Had a rough night," he said running his hands through his hair which basically only made it messier.

"I came to pick up my father's horseshoes. Do you have them?"

Will's sleepy mind was having a hard time figuring out what was going on but the word 'horseshoes' caused him to nod. "This way," he said before yawning and walking away.

They walked over to his workstation and sitting there were four horseshoes just waiting. He handed them to her and could barely keep his eyes open in the process.

"Is there something wrong Will," Margaret asked worried.

"I'm fine. Just had a bit of a problem sleeping is all."

"Well, alright then. I'll see you later."

She slowly walked away and watched as Will rubbed his eyes. Margaret was worried and there was only one other person who would listen to her talk about it.

The door to the Swann Mansion opened and Margaret forced a smile on her face.

"Hello, I was wondering if Miss. Swann was in today," she said to the butler.

He moved aside and allowed her to walk into the hallway to wait. Margaret sighed as she looked around. It was such a beautiful house. Elizabeth was so lucky to have been born into this lifestyle.

"Margaret, it's so good to see you. Please, let's go into the parlor."

While Margaret was getting comfortable on a couch, Elizabeth was speaking to one of her maids, Katherine she believed, and told the girl to bring in a pot of tea and some biscuits for them to "nibble on". Elizabeth came over and sat in the chair across from her.

"This is such a surprise. How are you?"

"I'm fine. A bit busy as of recently but we're doing fine. And yourself? How are you?"

"So bored I might just jump on a ship and run away from this place. Maybe you'd like to come with me?"

"I'm flattered but I don't think I'd be fine on my own at the moment."

There was nothing but silence for a moment as the maid suddenly returned with the tray for them. Elizabeth handed one cup to Margaret and put the sugar for her. Margaret smiled in thanks and stirred it before taking a sip.

"So, what is it you wanted to stop over for? I know it has nothing to do with the community because then you'd want to speak to my father."

"Actually, it's about Will."

The cup had been halfway to Elizabeth's mouth but stopped. "About Will?"

"Yes, I'm worried about him."

A crash from another room made them practically jump but they shook it off.

"About Will? What's wrong with him," Elizabeth asked clearly worried. Elizabeth deeply cared about Will and if there was something wrong then she wanted to help him.

Margaret told her about what had happened that morning. "And when I was leaving he could barely keep his eyes open. If he's that sleepy then it'll affect his work and we all know that he's so stubborn that he'd probably end up losing a finger, or his head or something."

"You're right Margaret. We have to keep a closer eye on him. We'll get to the bottom of this together, alright?"

"Alright. So...do you really wish you could jump onto a ship to escape because it isn't entirely proper you know?"

Will tried to do as much work as he could to keep his mind off of everything but he was so exhausted. Mentally and physically. Who was trying to give him these things? The last thing that he mysteriously received was that medallion that his father had sent to him. But it was gone now; probably lost at sea on the day he was rescued. He hadn't really noticed but he'd been staring into space for a long time now and when the hand touched his shoulder, he almost jumped out of his skin.