Undertaker did not visit his wife's cabin that night, Grell assumed that the delay was because of the body brought to him. He was a mortician after all, it was a hefty job. She'd never actually seen him disintegrate a demon's corpse before, she didn't know how long it normally took, so she could only wait. Around midnight though she began to worry, shouldn't he have received the body around noon? Certainly it wouldn't take that long? Maybe he was just caught up because of the snow? Yes, that was it...Oh no, that explanation wouldn't do! She had finally found someone who loved her and she wasn't going to let some other force take him away. Maybe it was best if she walked over to his shoppe, to see if he was okay? Maybe she'd find him on the way? She smiled, oh, if he was tense perhaps she'd give him the chance William didn't earlier today? She wiped the drool from her chin, put on her fur coat and boots, and headed out.

It was abnormally cold this night, even through her fur coat, hat, and gloves she found herself shivering. It was abnormally dark as well, not even the moon was shining behind the thick clouds. It were as if all of Heaven had forsaken the frigid earth. Dammit, she should've brought an oil lamp with her. She knew the forest though and could make it to the pathway in this intense black-out but the essence of fear began to creep under her coat. Normally, under these conditions, she'd just consider it the cold. That was not the case, she felt that something was wrong. As she neared the path leading to her lover's shoppe she felt she was heading toward something dangerous.

She tripped and slid down a slope, she began screaming.

"Grell!" a familar voice called, a man chased after her, "Grell!"

"Undertaker!" she cried back, gaining speed as she slid down the slippery slope. She screamed aloud as half of her body fell into the springs below, it was so cold! She rushed out of the springs, hair soaked and coat sodden. Dammit, she'd need a new coat or something to dry her off immediately. She couldn't spend the night in the springs! She didn't have a spare change of clothes.

"Grell!" Undertaker slid down on his heels after her, jumping at the end of balance his landing. He took his face in her hands after patting the snow off, "Oh my, you're so cold..."

He removed a clothe from under his sleeve, drying her cheek off.

"I-I g-got worr-worried..." Grell shivered, removing her damn jacket to dry off with the side of it that wasn't damp, "I-I we-went l-looking..."

Her sharp teeth were chattering.

"Oh, don't worry dearie," the mortician smirked, dabbing the clothe over her nose. He leaned down and gently kissed her brow. His smirk widened considerably as he pressed the damp handkerchief over her lips.

"W-What are yo-!" Grell screamed and began to writhe, what was her husband doing! He held her down fast, pressing the clothe to her mouth. Chloroform! She started to kick, trying to fight the horrible chilling sensation crawling down her throat and into her lungs. She felt dizzy, the cold flooded her veins...She couldn't move. He removed the clothe, she blinked and moved slightly. Red eyes...A pair of green not too far behind...She felt her body being jerked, her clothes being torn, the ruffle of straps being undone..."U-Under..."

You have one hour...

Don't even need it...

She was completely paralyzed as she fell into the horror of unconsciousness.

"Grell! Grell!"

"Don't pull the scythe out! If you even nick an artery she can bleed to death!"

"What the hell do you suggest me we do then?"

"Eric Slingby..." William?

"Give me your scythe, hold Grell down...We have to cut the hilt off of this scythe before lifting Grell up..."

"I'll hold the hilt up..." Ronald?

Grell shook her head slowly, oh the pain! It felt as if somewhat was stabbing her point blank in the face. It was a sharp, warm pain...Strange, she couldn't stop shivering, "Will..."

"Grell," a warm finger met her lips, telling her to be silent, "Don't speak, you've been severely injured. You would've been dead if not for the hot springs keeping you warm..."

"Springs...?" she rasped, crying softly, "What..."

"Shh..." he soothed softly, "We'll tell you once we get this scythe out of your shoulder,"

"Scythe?" she turned her head, only to find her staring at herself. Yes, indeed a scythe had been torn through her shoulder, she could see her reflection in the large blade. But no! It couldn't be! Her husband's scythe? Horror-struck she could only stare in awe and shock, finding herself screaming when the blade had been severed from the hilt and the blade gently removed from her shoulder. William and Eric held her down.

"Gregory! Stop the bleeding!" Alan rushed, heart pounding.

"On it!" the medical doctor pressed something into the wound, filling it with a thick fluid, "This will stop the hemorrhaging for now, we gotta move her fast! And get some warm clothes on her!"

She blacked out again from the blood loss. It was hours later when she woke up and she knew immediately she was not in the Labyrinth. She was in the Labyrinth Division's Infirmary, it was more extensive and had better medical care along with machinery. At first Grell couldn't process anything but a bright, white light which she momentarily took for Heaven. The white light began to split into edges and shapes, meaning there were shadows within the white. There was a bed board at her feet, obviously to keep her place, and their were wrinkles in the white sheets of the bed she was lying in. A curtain surrounded the bed as well and the few feet of space around it, wrinkles and ruffles evident as well...It was so white. What was that next to her though, she croaked as she turned to head to the side. William was there, dressed in black as usual with a book in his hands.

He had yet to notice she was awake. She looked wearily down at her hand. She could see that there was a wire running into her hand; an IV. It processed a crimson fluid into her, along with another wire with clear liquid; blood and pain killers. She tried to move her right shoulder, finding it rather stiff and bounding by thick, stiff tourniquets, "Hm..."

"Grell?" William looked up from his book, he dropped it, "You're alright,"

"What happened?" she cooed, staring at him tiredly. He didn't reply, he merely looked at her with a blank expression. He stood and without even a warning sign his arms gently wrapped around her shoulders, one of his hands on the back of her head.

"Don't go out into the woods all alone, you were almost killed," he told her softly, "You would've been dead if we hadn't found you..."

Grell brought up her unscathed arm to gently wrap around him, patting his back weakly, "What happened?"