The festival was about to start, but Fakir didn't know where to start. Everything was happening at once and he didn't know what to do. He had decided to get a small job while waiting for the Queen, King and Princess to come out. That was all he was here for and it wouldn't do much if he spent all his money on these foreign objects that he would never use. Though, he could but something for Ahiru. But, Ahiru was Ahiru any more. She was Princess Tutu now, not the little clumsy duck he used to know. But, did she still remember him? Why was it that while 'this' Princess Tutu was asleep while Ahiru and 'his' Princess Tutu fought to save Mytho? Was this Princess controlling the illusion duck while she slept? Did this princess think it was all just a dream or was she just as confused as him?

He let out a sigh as he carried a large wooden crate from the man's cart to his stall. This was a light job to earn some money. Again, he did no know how their money system operated, but he just did what he could earn.

When his job was over, the man paid Fakir slightly more than promised. The man thanked him for his effort to help him and such and Fakir left, holding the few coins in his hand. The main event was about to start in bit and he wanted to be in the front to see the princess's face better. Even though he waited for more than a half an hour, it was worth it. The area was packed tightly together. If he had came later, he would have been stuck in the far, far back.

First, the king came out, two knights by his side. Then the queen with one knight by hers'. Finally, the princess came out. She wasn't in the ballerina outfit he usually had seen her in, but a long white gown. But she looked…sad. He didn't like that. He wanted to jump up by her side and become her knight instead of a writer that could do nothing.

But she also looked different, and not just the clothes. Her hair was more like Ahiru's ,it wasn't short with white tips. It was long and a warm color of orange. But her skin color was more like Tutu's, which ment no freckles or overly tanned skin. This Tutu even walked with grace; she wasn't her clumsy self anymore.

Was this the same girl he fell in love with? Was she still his Ahiru even thought she looked like the combination of the two girls? Did she still act the same way?

"Greetings people of Saraocia!" the king announced loudly, cutting off Fakir's unceasing questions. "I am pleased to announce that my daughter has woken up!" And with that, the crowd brook into 'woops' and 'horahs'. The king let his daughter, Tutu, walk up to the front and he put his arm around her waist in a fatherly way. Yet, she still looked so sad. What was causing her pain and/or sadness? And she looked like she was looking for someone, too. Finally, after searching the crowd for a minute or two, the two's eyes lock and she looked happy to see him.

Weird enough, the crowd disappeared quickly. Was that all there was to the whole festival and celebration!? It just didn't make much sense to him. Did they do this every time they wanted to announce something? But the way she looked at him when their eyes met…Did that mean she remembered him? He sure hoped so, for if she didn't he would have done this all for nothing.

As he went off to find a new job for the day, hopefully to find a place to sleep, too, two knights grabbed him by the arms and lifted him off the ground.

"Oi!" he shouted, trying to get away from the two knights "Let go of me!" but the two did no respond. They just dragged him off towards the castle. No matter how hard he struggled, they just wouldn't give. Maybe this is how real knights were supposed to be. No wonder he had failed Mytho as a knight.

After being dragged into the castle, a girl stood at the front as if she were waiting for him. She was still wearing now wearing a dancing outfit, now. It looked as if she were trying to recreate her outfit from her 'dreams'. But it was just plain white but with a bit of pink on it. She also wore a pink pair of en pointe toe shoes as she attempted to stand in a way that Princess Tutu would, if she were still the excellent dancer from her dreams.

Fakir just stood there, awestruck. Did that mean that she did know him if she were trying to interpret his Tutu.

"Can you…dance?" he asked.

"…No…" she said softly, walking towards Fakir, normally instead of walking on her toes, like his Tutu used to. "…but I know you from somewhere" she said "from my dreams, but tell me: where my dreams true?"

"A man came once and asked me if I wanted something to do…I was bored and I had nothing to do, so I said yes. He handed me a necklace, told me to put it on and to go to sleep and when I woke up, I woke up at an academy…" she ended, trailing off. If he knew what she was talking about, he could continue it.

"Oh…" he said. So it was all in a dream, and it was all caused by Drosslemeyer.

"And when I woke up, the necklace was gone" she explained. Fakir nodded. It was the pendant that his Tutu gave to Mytho to complete his heart. Is that how Drosslemeyer got the story started again?

So, was this still the girl he loved? Was this still his little duck?

"I…umm…do you remember about your life back as Ahiru?" he asked, blushing.

"Yeah" she said with a smile, the first smile he had seen her use as a actual person, but he still wished he could see it on Ahiru, even though he knew it was the same person.

"Fakir?" she asked, taking a step towards him, she was really close to him now and he blushed.

"Yes?" he asked.

"I love you" she said, grabbing his hands in hers and she stood on her tip-toes and planted a kiss on his lips.