A new day rose. Al knocked on her door.

"Belle, Belle," – a few minutes passed. He leaned his ear against the door, to hear movement on the other side. He put down her plate of French toast, and pounded on the door. He did what he didn't want to do. Walking in a girls room without permission.

He poked his head in. She wasn't in sight, not in her bed sleeping, not at her vanity, not on the ledge…oh no, the ledge! Could it possibly…no! He ran across the large room to the sill, he looked down. Belles body laid there, holding the rose across her chest. He covered his mouth in horror, then ran through the castle asking for help and yelling, Belle is hurt.

Al, in the lead of others, ran to her. He checked her pulse. He felt nothing. That's when he began to sob. Another woman who put a smile on his face…dead, and gone.

"What could have happened," a onlooker asked. Maurice began to speak.

"She killed herself." Al began to speak.

"No, my lord, she was sleep walking. Maybe she was dreaming, and she thought she was flying… as hurt as she was, I don't think she'd take her own life. I got to know her, it couldn't have been the cause. I found no letter in her room either." Maurice looked at him as if he was on to something."

"Pick her up, bring her to the main hall, Maurice commanded. Six men lifted her up. Al watched everyone walk away. He picked up the rose she was holding.

He held the rose. "Belle, where you are now, there's unlimited roses to pick, and so many people to show you the love you deserve." Tears streamed down his face as he walked to her lifeless body in the castle, to return the rose to her.

She looked so peaceful and sirene. Not a drop of blood. She died so gracefully. Hopefully she died sleepwalking, maybe she dreamt of jumping out of the castle, to her beloved. Who knows?

Al placed the rose in her crossed arms, said a farewell prayer, and decided to make a trip to Rumplestiltskins castle.

If only Al knew what he was in for.

Al's shift was over anyway. He ran home.

Al rummaged through his room, trying to find anything usable. He stopped when he found matches, a lantern, his sword, his best boots, and a map. He decided to ask through town.

"Where are you going," a feminine voice asked in the doorway. His mother was standing there.

"I am going on a small trip mother, to inform a friend of someones death dear to me." He turned around.

"Who is it, my son."

"I will tell you when I come home Mother, I'm sorry, but I'd like to be home for supper."

"I see my son. Here, let me give you some bread and smoked cheese, your must be hungry." Al smiled.

"Thanks, mother." He followed her into the kitchen. His mom assembled a small basket. He kissed her good-bye and left.

After a rough, trechourus , 9 hour journey, pleading with townsfolk for directions, he finnaly made it.

He couldn't believe the size of the castle. It was 6 times the size of Belles home. He took a deep breath and marched to the door. "This is for you, my friend, my sweet Belle."

Before he could knock, the door opened. He dropped everything, but his sword, and went into the place.

"Hello young man…what can I do for you, who sent you here and why." Al was abit taken by Rumplestiltskin. He got himself together and held out his hand.

"I am Aladdin. I was…a friend of Belle's. I have come to tell you about her fate." Rumple cocked his head to the side with a curious stare, like a child.

"Follow me…Aladdin."

They two stopped in the parlor on the otherside of the house. Rumple gestured for him to sit. Al proceded.

After Rumple sat, he asked him to tell his tale. Al began to speak.

"Well, from what I understand, Belle left and came back to her home. I work there as a guard for her father. A horrible man." Al tightend his fist. He wanted to scream on top of his lungs and profess his new found hatred of his master.

"It was horrible what she went through…when she came back. She was accused of being a seductress, and a conspirer, and she was love sick, and heart broken…for you. A man who shut her out." Rumple quit smiling and looked concerned.

"Go on, please."

Al continued.

"Belle suffered a hard last day. He father humiliated her infront of everyone, and I. I was the one who let her in, for a moment, I thought she was the walking dead. She had this, look, this trance. Like she had no emotions or a soul. I made sure she was taken care of. I know what it's like to have a broken heart, and be betrayed by the one's you love…the most." Rumple still looked confused, has this boy come to start a fight?

"She was condemned in a tower. I made sure she was nourished. Be quickly became friends. I never had a sister, so it was nice to be around her. I still can't believe what her father did, how could you be so cruel to a kind woman like her, she had the face of a angel. I asked her if she wanted anything last night, you know, to lift her spirits. You know what she wanted, and she could have had anything."

"What was it, young man," Rumple asked.

"She wanted a rose. Simply, a rose. Dead or alive. I got her that rose, she was ecstatic to have it. I asked her why, you know what she said?

"What, what did she say?"

"It reminded her of you, your sweet endeavor, when you gave her a rose. She thought you would forget, but it meant everything to her. If she couldn't have you, a rose was the next best thing." Rumplestiltskins's jaw nearly dropped.

"See, my lord…" Al dare not say his name. His mother warned him.

"Belle," he gulped. Jumped to her death this morning. She is…gone. I found her on the ground. That tower, it was so high.

Rumplestiltskin looked away, into space. He felt helpless.

"I appreciate you coming and notifying me, boy…Al. But I have to ask you to leave. But wait," Al stood there until he came back. Rumple had a 5 pound bag. He placed it in Al's hand.

"What is it, my lord."

"Gold," use it well. You have come all this way, brave and all, to tell me this. Thank you. I will come to show my respects, and maybe scare some sense into that fool."

"Thank you, and good by sir." Al bowed and left back to home. He trudge home, with enough gold to buy a home, and to live off of the rest of his life. But mourning Belle outweighed everything he was carrying.

"Wait! One more thing, Sir." Rumplestiltskin turned around.

"Yesss?"

"For consolation, I don't think Belle killed herself, I think she was dreaming about coming to you, and she sleepwalked…by jumping off the tower." Rumple smiled.

"Thank you young man, now please leave. I need to be alone."