"Ugh!" Pitch threw another ball of nightmare sand against the wall of his dark lair. "I was so close!" He jumped when he felt Gothel's hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, darling, we'll get them all next time." He took her hand in his long gray fingers. "My dear, you must answer me this. Is Rapunzel weak?" He pecked her cheek. "Pitch, she is only weak when she is alone with no one to love her and no one for her to love." Gothel pressed her red lips against Pitch's black ones, and their lips moved together for a moment. Pitch pulled away. "Gothel, you are truly a goddess. And-" "And I know what you are capable of once you know their deepest darkest fears." Gothel interrupted, kissing him once more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and Pitch slithered his arms around her waist. They pressed their bodies closer together, then slowly, they both started to giggle. They pulled away, threw their heads back, and laughed a sinister, evil laugh. "They will be finished!" Pitch exclaimed, giggling. "We'll crush them! I know all of their weaknesses!" Gothel laughed, gasping for air. They collapsed on the black floor, laughing the night away.