Listening to Carmen's hit tune "Cinderella" made Ariadne realize how dangerous her relationship with Jean was. She heard her singing, 'Run Cinderella, before the clock strikes twelve gotta get away.'

Ariadne thought Jean would be a Prince Charming. He turned out to be more like a brutal stepfather. Jean treated her like a servant rather than a princess. Jules was the fairy godmother trying to help her, and she failed to listen. There was no real life Prince Charming.

She looked at her bloody face in the mirror, ashamed of her appearance. Ariadne took two tampons and slowly plugged her nose with them. It looked ridiculous and was quite painful but at least the cotton absorbed the blood. After washing it, while hissing a lot to reduce the discomfort, she saw her nose was turned to the left forty-five degrees. If it grew when she lied, it would extend to the left. Despite the fact that she seriously needed to see a doctor, Ariadne was afraid.

"Listen to me." Arthur's illusion began, suddenly standing beside her. "You need to speak up."

Ariadne nodded her head. "I'm going to. Sometime tomorrow."

"Do it now." He demanded. "Call Miles."

"It's late." She sighed shaking her head. "I don't want to wake him."

"For you, he'll do anything. You're his best student." Arthur didn't touch her like he would sometimes.

"I know."

"Why else would he choose you to be the architect of dreams?" he asked.

Ariadnes head turned toward him, blinking in surprise. "Your right." She left the room and headed to the kitchen to use the phone. Strangely, when she picked it up, the line was disconnected. Trying her cell phone, she had the same problem. "Guess I'll have to walk."

Proceeding to her bedroom, she picked up a black hooded sweatshirt and threw it on, slinging the hood over her head. Her monkey slippers kicked off and she replaced them with a pair of running shoes that she hardly used.

When she got to the door, Ariadne felt very unsure about leaving. Why was the line down? Usually she would assume it was a problem in all the apartments but with her recent issues with Jean, maybe hers was the only one with dead phones. What if he was in the apartment waiting to pounce? Ariadne wasted no time heading out the door after wondering that.

The Parisian streets at night were always beautiful; But not this time. They were groggy and dull like a forest in a scary movie. No people or cars were in sight. It was as if she was the only person living in the entire city. Walking forward, she hugged her arms around herself to retain warmth.

Ariadne walked for what felt like hours to where she thought Miles' house was. At the end, she was back at her own apartment.

"What the hell?" Ariadne reached into her pocket to find her bishop but couldn't feel it anywhere. When her head reached back up, a hooded figure stood in front of her, a knife glistening in his hand.

"Thought you could run from me bitch?"

Ariadne backed away in disbelief, panting, ready to let out a scream. It echoed through the buildings but nothing seemed to react. She turned around and ran as fast as she could.

No sound of the man chasing her had been traced but she sprinted forward and turned left to skim through two houses very closely to one another. When her body got through the crack, she saw a neighborhood of small houses. Rain poured from the sky.

This wasn't Paris. She could tell right away because she was standing on a sandy beach. Ariadne was home in Parry Sound but this time wasn't too happy about it.

When she looked forward, she saw a small white house with a birch tree on the front lawn. Hanging off that birch tree was a tire swing.

There was a child sitting on the swing crying. Ariadne looked around to see they were the only people around. Cautiously, she went over to the girl. She couldn't see much from behind because the child was wearing a red hood and jean shorts. Her cries grew louder as Ariadne got closer.

"What's wrong?" she asked with as much sympathy as she could muster. The child stopped crying. Ariadne found herself in sheer horror when the child turned around.

First off, it wasn't a child. It was a fourteen-year-old girl. Wet eyeliner and mascara flowed down her cheeks like two streams of tar. On both eyebrows were piercings and on her lower lip was a hoop. There was a stud on her nose and several on each ear. The sweatshirt said "Camp Kodiak" which is where Ariadne and Jules would go to camp.

The girl was her.

"My mother's dead, my father beats me, and I'm a fucking wreck!" she cried. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"I-I'm sorry." Ariadne stuttered. "Believe me, I know how it feels."

"No you don't!" the projection roared. "Nobody understands me!" She took out a cigarette and lit it. "You used to but not anymore! Now you moved on and are Miss Happy-Go-Lucky with a scarf collection!"

"I left you behind because you were killing me!" Ariadne cried, tears coming out her eyes. "I almost died once because of you!"

"Leaving me behind won't keep you safe." Said the projection after sucking in some tobacco. "He's coming."

"You mean Jean?"

"Who the fuck else?" The projection hissed. "Yeah him! He's going to kill you whether you turn back into me or not!"

Ariadne shook her head. "I won't let that happen."

"Well here's your chance." The projection chuckled.

Ariadne was pulled into a cold embrace. A knife shined in front of her eyes.

"No!"

Bursting out of bed, Ariadne felt real pain in her throat where Jean had slit it. Heavy breathing became heartbreaking sobs and she lay back down and cried.