After breakfast, Frances and Alexis retired to the library, while Vincent and Rachel continued to stare worriedly at Ciel.

"Could you go into further detail about your nightmare?" Rachel asked softly, sitting Ciel down on the couch.

"Only if you want to, of course. We wouldn't want you to get scared again," Vincent added carefully. His brother and Elizabeth were a few paces behind.

Ciel stared uneasily at them. What was with all of the sudden care? He was still thirteen in this universe, so why were they still treating him like a child, as if nightmares and scary thoughts were still taboo ideas that'd upset his delicate senses?

He finally took a deep breath anyway. Might as well tell them. "There's nothing more to say. You two were killed on my birthday. Someone raided our manor and kidnapped my brother and I. He...died, and I survived and took the name. I was engaged to Elizabeth. Diedrich moved back to Germany and Sieglinde was never related to him. I never attended Weston," Ciel recited. "Even the servants here are foreign to me,"

"Oh, sweetie," Rachel cooed, pulling Ciel into a tight but loving hug that made him tense up. "The good thing about dreams is that they aren't real. It sounds devastating, but luckily you woke up and get to be with all of us here,"

"It wasn't a dream though. Then this morning, I woke up and found everything like this," He protested.

"You, taking my title? That's how you know that's a dream. That'd never happen!" His brother laughed, standing on the tips of his toes.

"It did!" Ciel snapped at him. His brother simply shrugged.

"Come on, Lizzie. Let's go find your parents," He tugged on the blonde's arm, and she nodded mutely, following after him.

"Hey, want to go explore the garden with me? We could make flower crowns!" Sieglinde smiled. "It'd take your mind off your nightmare!"

Ciel almost declined when he recalled what Sieglinde was like in his own world. Quirky and perverted, sure, but also intelligent and quick on her feet. If anyone would believe him, it'd likely be her. And even if she didn't, she'd likely still point him in the right direction of who to talk to next.

"Alright," He finally said, and she perked up.

"Lovely!"

"Be gentle with him," Rachel reminded her softly.

"Yeah, he's likely still shaken-up from his nightmare. If he collapses suddenly, you yell loudly and alert us, alright?" Vincent told her. Sieglinde nodded slowly, looking away as Diedrich walked into the room.

"Would you like me to push your wheelchair, sweetheart?" He asked, but Sieglinde shook her head.

"No! I'd like Cedric to do it, please!"

"Lord Cedric,"

"Right, right! Lord Cedric! May you please push my wheelchair?"

"S-Sure," Ciel suddenly blushed, feeling bombarded by the common use of his old name, his dead name, that name that no longer existed. He then scolded himself as he stood up. If he was ever going to survive in this world and figure out what happened, he'd have to adjust quickly.

He stood up slowly and took the cold handles of the wheelchair, nodding to both of his parents and Diedrich as he wheeled Sieglinde outside. It was the middle of spring in his previous world and the truth was here too; flowers were in full bloom and butterflies flittered about.

"It's a really nice day," She smiled at Ciel. "It makes me wish I brought a book or something,"

"I could get one for you," He offered, and she perked up at him.

"Really? That'd be wonderful! I really love fairy-tales,"

"Got it," Ciel then left her in the garden as he headed back inside the manor and got a few books about fairy-tales and folklore from the bookshelf in his room, coming back and piling them all into his lap. He silently hoped those weren't for him.

"You're so sweet!" She gasped, clasping her hands together. "Oh, and some of these are even in German!"

"So, you still speak German," Ciel said to himself.

"Of course I do! Vati and I lived in Germany for a few years. We only moved back here two years ago, as you remember," She pulled open one of the books and ran her finger along the table of contents. "I also can speak Latin, and English obviously, and I'm working on French,"

So she still possessed her superior intellect. Well, knowing who her father was in this world, it made sense.

"Here it is! One of my favourite fairy-tales!" She announced. "The Frog Prince!"

"Why is that one your favourite?" He found himself asking.

"Because it's about a frog, and I've always wanted to kiss a cute, slimy frog!"

He made a face as she laughed.

"I wouldn't mind kissing you to see if you'll turn into a prince!" She carried on, leaning forward in her wheelchair. "Maybe I have to kiss a different part of your rather than your lips..." She scanned his body, her eyes settling on the front of his pants. He blushed heavily and turned away from her as she laughed again.

"Do you have a butler?" Ciel asked once she managed to calm down, thumbing through the pages of the book.

"That's a bit sudden!"

"I'm just wondering. Because all noble ladies have butlers, you know,"

"Really? Lizzie doesn't have a butler," Sieglinde put her finger on her lips in a thoughtful position.

"Lizzie? You two are best friends?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yes! When Vati and I first moved here, I was so confused. I didn't know what to do, say, eat, wear...but she helped me out a lot!"

Made sense. Elizabeth was a very friendly person and always took others under her wing if she was able to. Even in his world she and Sieglinde were close.

"Anyway, about my butler...I do! Well, he's back in Germany right now, taking care of Vati's manor," She explained.

"His name?"

"I call him Wolfram because he's big and intimating, like a werewolf, but he's the sweetest thing you have ever seen!"

"I see," Ciel walked away from her, looking over all of the flowers in the garden. Even they seemed perfect, down to the minute detail. The white table and chair set was placed in a clearing of the garden, and just beyond that stretched a large field with lots of space for playing. It was exactly as he remembered it, and it haunted him in a way he couldn't put his finger on.

"Does this have anything to do with your dream?" Sieglinde asked him suddenly, making him jump as her tone suddenly turned serious.

"Sieglinde..."

She closed the book. "I am your fiancée, Lord Cedric. If there is anything you need to tell me, tell me. I don't want to be left out!"

"Well," Ciel suddenly hesitated. Where did he even begin? Perhaps with the things actually involving her. "In my dream, you weren't Diedrich's daughter. He never married or had a child, he remained single. That is the least confusing thing about this world, I have to admit,"

Sieglinde nodded in understanding. "If only I had a notebook and pen...we could write down the differences,"

"I don't see why it matters. I'm likely asleep still," He rubbed his forehead. "So instead, tell me about your life. Tell me as much of my life as you know. If I'm going to figure out what happened to me, I'm going to need to act like I've lived this way for the past thirteen years,"

"Alright..." She nodded again. "I don't know too much about your life, but I do know about mine!"

Ciel settled himself in as Sieglinde begun to tell him all that she knew of her life.

"Vati attended Weston and became a...servant, to Earl Phantomhive. That's all he'll tell me. After he graduated, he moved back to Germany and married a woman there who was in the military. Two years later, they had me. They did the dirty! After I was born, Mutti left Vati. I think it was to join the military again. Vati became very protective of me. You were a cute little baby because your parents did the dirty too, and since your older brother had a fiancée, your parents wanted your fiancée to be a noble too! That's how I came into the picture!" Sieglinde grinned. "Vati and I moved here a few years ago so you and I could get close. In Germany, Vati tutored me in a lot of subjects and I was considered very intelligent for my age. He also gave me a butler for when he couldn't take care of me, Wolfram,"

Ciel nodded. "Seems...quite different from what I was expecting," He chose to ignore some of her choice words.

"Yeah, my life isn't very exciting, but it brought us together!" She adjusted her skirt awkwardly.

"How...did that happen?" Ciel motioned to her legs.

"I was born this way," She ran her hands over her tiny feet. "I can barely walk on my own, so Vati commissioned a wheelchair for me. When you were younger, you often pushed it into walls and your parents had to stop you,"

He smiled awkwardly.

"My mother's name was Gretchen Sullivan," She added. "And that is my life story,"

"No wonder Diedrich seemed so upset at breakfast when I suggested Sullivan was your last name,"

"I think we have some pictures of her somewhere," Sieglinde looked around the garden suddenly, noticing some blooming flowers. "May we please make those flower crowns now, Lord Cedric?"

"We may," Ciel nodded and gently pushed her over to a small grouping of flowers he knew from experience would be perfect for the activity. He took the books from her lap and placed them on top of the table.

"Will you touch my rose?" She asked cheekily, and Ciel blushed heavily as he picked some flowers for her.

"Here," He tossed them into her lap, and she happily begun to work on them, twisting them into delicate knots.

Ciel leaned against a tree in the garden and simply watched her, feeling out-of-place. This wasn't his life, it was never meant to be. This was some other person's life. To think, all of this because he wished on some star. Ridiculous. He was still asleep, and in a few more minutes Sebastian will come wake him up and fill him in on the duties for that day-

"Lord Cedric? Don't you want to make one too?" Sieglinde asked him curiously, staring at him with her wide green eyes.

"No, I don't like childish activities like that," He declined, making her pout.

"Really? You love things like this! You always sit in the garden with me and make flower crowns with me," She sighed.

Right, he was evidently nicer in this world. He shook his head and grabbed a fistful of flowers.

"Sorry, I'm just not feeling myself today," He admitted, wincing a bit as he lowered himself onto the dirty grass. Sieglinde slowed her motions.

"Maybe you have a fever!" She stuck her hand out to test, but Ciel managed to dodge her.

"I'm perfectly fine and healthy. Just a bit out-of-it today, as you well know. I guess that dream really messed with my head," He laughed a bit, and Sieglinde smiled.

"In due time, you'll forget about it," She finished making her crown and held it up. "What do you think, Lord Cedric?"

Hers was wound together masterfully, with small knots made of grass and lilies, daisies, roses, and buttercups making up the contents.

"It looks beautiful. You should've added more grass though to bring out your eyes," He suggested, making her blush a bit.

"Too late for that now," She slipped the crown onto her head, making it hang there crookedly. "Make yours look like mine, alright?"

"Alright," He nodded simply and stuck out his tongue in concentration as he struggled to wind the grass and roots up effectively to keep the flowers in place. Sieglinde watched him in amusement.

Finally, he made a messily-tied one where a few flowers were hanging off and the whole thing was in disarray. Sieglinde still clasped her hands together.

"It's really cute!" She encouraged just as Ciel slowly slipped it on his head. "Now we match!"

"How are things going here?" Vincent asked nicely as he strolled past the children, Rachel by his side, carrying a lacy green parasol. Ciel remembered those, she had one to match every outfit.

"We made flower crowns!" Sieglinde pointed to hers.

"They look beautiful," Rachel smiled at them. "How is our son doing? Is he..doing okay?"

"Mother!" Ciel blushed heavily, making the other three giggle. "I'm perfectly fine,"

"I think he might have a bit of a fever. He forgot how much he loves playing with me!" Sieglinde commented.

"I think he's just spooked from the nightmare," Vincent shook his head. "But we'll keep an eye on him, just in case,"

"Mother!" Ciel suddenly jumped up and hurried over to her, resisting the urge to tug on her dress. She smiled down at him.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Where is Madam Red? Where has she gone? What happened to her?" The questions poured from his mouth before he could control them. "She didn't die, did she?"

"My sister, Anne? Goodness, where did you get that idea from? Anne is still alive and well," She frowned slightly. "She visits you almost every week, and plays with you and Ciel and Elizabeth. Edward and Sieglinde too,"

So, Madam Red was still active. Somehow, that thought comforted him deep down.

"Is...is she married?"

"No, she prefers living the single life. I allow it, she seems so happy," Rachel smiled, and Ciel sighed in relief.

She wasn't married, but didn't seem to have had the tragic events occur to her that would turn her into an infamous serial killer. Maybe further down the road, but certainly not now.

"She's also your doctor," Vincent reminded him softly, and Ciel nodded numbly.

"I want to go back inside now. I've had enough sun," He ordered, and Vincent nodded.

"Of course. Why don't you take Lady Diedrich inside and spend some time in the library? Or perhaps the playroom? My wife will join you," He smiled.

"We have a playroom...?" Ciel simply trailed off and started to push Sieglinde into the manor, deciding not to question anything else. Rachel followed after them silently, remembering to close up her parasol and put it away when she got inside.

"Which room are we going to, Lord Cedric?" Sieglinde asked.

"What other rooms are there that we can use?" His manor didn't seem to have changed from the outside, but the halls and entryways were far more expansive than he recalled, so it was safe to assume there were lots of rooms he wasn't familiar with yet.

"The study, library, drawing room, art room, playroom, exercise room...I think that's it," She rattled off.

"Playroom then. I don't want to run into my brother," He grumbled as he pushed Sieglinde down the hall and into the playroom as Rachel followed.

The playroom was set up with several oak desks all lined against one wall, and a large toy-chest painted silver filled with toys and games that were a bit too young for the target age range of the manor. Building sets were in another corner, as well as a gramophone and sewing kit in another.

"Why do we have this room?" Ciel wondered out-loud as Rachel settled herself into the sewing chair.

"One of your favourite rooms in the house!" She smiled before working on some half-finished project.

Ciel sighed, but recomposed himself. It was his idea to go into that room, after all, and he still needed to act the part.

"What shall we play?" He asked Sieglinde, who was currently being held awkwardly by a servant.

"Building blocks," She motioned to those and was gently set down on the floor in front of them. "Let's build a replica of the manor!"

"Don't you think that's a bit complex?" Ciel laughed awkwardly. Sieglinde was already dumping out huge chunks of blocks onto the floor.

"Not if we put our minds to it!" She grinned.

As they built; though it was mainly Sieglinde who did the bulk of it, Elizabeth and Ciel's brother arrived, Elizabeth hiding meekly behind the corner.

"What are you two working on?" He asked curiously, eyeing the tall stack.

"We're making a model of the Phantomhive manor!" Sieglinde gushed without looking up from her work. Ciel blushed a bit watching her; she was truly in her element.

"Oh? How interesting. I keep forgetting your fiancée is far more focused on those mannish pursuits of hers. Things are different in Germany, I suppose, though I feel as though you prefer her that way," His brother smirked. "Fair enough. You have your preference, and I have mine," He gently pulled Elizabeth over to him and gave her a kiss on the hand. She stared at him blankly.

"Want to join us?" Sieglinde asked the two kindly, unaware of the rudeness of the twin evidently.

"Might as well," He shrugged and scooted further away from the couple, building his own tall replica in half of the time.

"Yours looks really good!" She then noticed Elizabeth standing in the corner. "Why don't you join us too?"

"Oh, no thank you. I am not into things like that," Elizabeth responded firmly. "I should go attend to my aunt," She then hurried over to where Rachel was, sitting at her feet and chatting with her softly.

Ciel frowned. He clearly saw the longing in Elizabeth's eyes. Even if she wasn't into building blocks, she still would've joined in in his old world because that was the kind of person she was. Had her being engaged to his brother drastically change her personality? Or was it all just some sort of act?

"Look at mine!" Sieglinde gently got Ciel's attention and motioned to her replica, which was fairly accurate except she forgot some outside rooms and the blocks she used were blue and yellow.

"It's good," He commented with disinterest. She frowned at his tone but didn't press further.

"Not as good as mine though!" His twin smirked, showing off his model made entirely from plain wooden blocks. His was taller and far more accurate. "What do you think of it?"

"It's good as well," He nodded, standing up.

"I expected a little bit more interest from you, brother," If his brother was hurt by his tone, he certainly didn't show it; that proud smirk was still plastered onto his face.

"Mother," Ciel walked over to Rachel, trying not to wince outwardly at the title. It felt so wrong, so strange, to call her that. Not because she wasn't his mother, but because he had gone so long without having to answer to her.

"Yes sweetheart?" Rachel looked up from her embroidery work, smiling.

"Who is our butler?"

"Mr. Tanaka is. He has been in your father's family as the butler since the time of your grandmother, don't you remember?" She stared at him in concern.

Tanaka still worked for them then. That was one of the changes that made sense. Tanaka was still in his employ as well, after all.

"Are you sure you don't have a fever?" Rachel's eyes shone with concern. "Maybe we shouldn't have let you go outside earlier,"

"I'm perfectly fine," Ciel reassured her. "I'm just disoriented from my nightmare. It felt so real...!"

"I can't imagine a world where you weren't engaged to me!" Sieglinde chimed in. "We seem so perfect for each other!"

"Luckily, you have a couple of days to adjust before you go back to Weston. You'll get used to everything again," Rachel ran her hand down her son's face softly with a smile.

Ciel simply nodded, not knowing what else to say. He went back over to where his brother and Sieglinde were; Sieglinde was building another house while the twin watched her in extreme disinterest. Ciel saw a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and jumped up, sliding onto the floor and knocking his fiancée over. The two block manors fell down as well, scattering blocks everywhere on the floor.

"Lord Cedric!" Sieglinde gasped in surprise. He glanced up and blushed heavily when he realized he was on top of her. "I didn't know you were that into me...!"

"You ruined my tower!" His brother glared at him.

"I saw that look in your eyes, you were going to knock over Sieglinde's!" Ciel shot back.

Rachel hurried over and helped Ciel to his feet. "Now there's a mess," She commented sadly.

"Make Cedric clean it up. He knocked everything over," His brother huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Please don't fight!" Elizabeth spoke up, tears brimming in her emerald eyes. "Please! Oh, I hate it when you two fight!" She ran from the room.

"See? You've made my fiancée upset," His brother shot a pointed glance at him as he rushed after her.

Ciel sighed and stood there, staring at the pile of blocks.

"Sweetheart? Could you and Sieglinde please pick those blocks up?" Rachel asked sweetly. Sieglinde nodded and crawled over to the mess, tossing the blocks back into their decorative box. Ciel stood there for a few more seconds, trying to process the request before he stooped down as well and helped her.

After they finished, Rachel patted both of their heads. "Good job!"

Sieglinde smiled happily, but Ciel bristled under the touch of his mother. Was it really the norm for him to be treated so childishly in this world?

"What are we going to do now, Countess Phantomhive?" She asked nicely.

"I didn't really have any other plans for you..." Rachel got a thoughtful expression on her features. "So I don't see why you two can't explore the manor. As long as you stay where you're supposed to,"

"Alright!" Sieglinde perked up as a maid arrived and sat her down in her wheelchair again. "Where to next, Lord Cedric?"

"Um..." Ciel drew a blank. For the first time in a long time, he had recreational time. And he had no idea what he even wanted to do. "I...I think I have homework,"He responded instead.

"Awww, no you don't! You're on holiday from Weston! They never give out assignments during holidays!" Sieglinde protested.

"Well...I don't have any idea what I want to do." He answered honestly.

"I wouldn't mind listening to you play the violin," She admitted.

So that was something he knew how to do in this world. It wasn't necessarily a bad hobby, but he wasn't sure if he could play well enough to fool anyone, especially if both Sieglinde and his mother were going to be his audience, two people who seemed to know everything about him.

"Alright." Ciel gently pushed her wheelchair out of the playroom and into the music room, which was several hallways down.

Once they arrived, Ciel rolled Sieglinde into a corner of the room and pulled out a violin that was neatly laid out in another corner on its own little stand. He awkwardly held it in his hands before he leaned his chin against the surface, balancing the violin underneath it. That felt like the proper position to have it in, so Ciel started to play one of the songs he had in mind at the moment.

Sieglinde clasped her hands together happily, smiling at the song. It sounded pretty. Ciel was suddenly very glad Rachel hadn't insisted on following them into the music room as well. He closed his eyes and continued playing.

Once he finished, he opened his eyes and sighed a bit as Sieglinde cheered for him. "Play another one, Lord Cedric!"

"If I must," He tried his best to smirk at her as he closed his eyes again and started to play another melody. This one was shakier than the first, and a few times the violin squeaked and scratched noisily, but it just made Seglinde cheer more.

"Dinner!" Rachel called politely into the room. "I think you'll like the dessert!"

"Ooooh! I hope it's chocolate cake! My favourite!" Sieglinde smiled as Ciel rolled her into the dining room.

"You like it too?" He asked in surprise, his features softening slightly.

"Yes!" She nodded. "Though, I really like any kind of cake. Or sweets in general. Or just food! Food in general is amazing!"

"Yup, you're definitely Diedrich's daughter," He mumbled under his breath as he finished wheeling her in and took his seat inbetween her and her father.

"It's such a shame we'll be leaving you all tomorrow!" Alexis commented as they started to eat. "But we need our boys to prepare for their time back at school,"

Ciel froze, nearly dropping his spoon.

"What's wrong? We'll only be a letter away!" Alexis noticed his nephew's expression.

"Yes. Don't act as though it'll be forever," Frances added.

"Weston...is a boarding school," Ciel said quietly, trying not to tremble.

If his parents sent him away to Weston, he'd have almost no time to himself to investigate what had happened to him and how much had changed. He knew how strict the school was and wasn't in the mood for actual rule-breaking. And if his father's earlier words were anything to believe, he had amassed quite a few friends there as well. They'd definitely suspect something if he shirked his studies.

"Cedric?" Rachel asked in concern.

"I...I'm suddenly not feeling very well," Ciel lied, faking a cough. "I think I actually am coming down with something," He coughed again.

"Oh dear...!"

"It's to be expected. You probably just ran yourself rampant again," Vincent gave him a small smile. "Do you feel well enough to finish your meal?"

"No," Ciel shook his head, pushing the soup dish away.

"Lord Cedric..." Sieglinde's eyes shimmered. "If you any need of my homemade techniques to heal you, just let me know!" She cheekily ran her hands down her body.

"Sweetheart, not at the table!" Diedrich scolded her.

"Do you need someone to escort you to your room?" Rachel asked, but Ciel shook his head as he stood up.

"I'm perfectly fine. It's probably just a little cold," He smiled to reassure everyone, faking another cough. "Good night, "

Once Ciel was safely in the confines of his shared bedroom, he sat down at his desk and searched through it, finding a small green notebook filled with childish scribbles. He recognized his tone, but not the sloppy letters. Oh well.

He pulled out a pen and chewed on the end nervously as he started to take notes about everything that had changed in this world so far that he had noticed.

My parents are still alive, as is my brother.

My brother and I attend Weston alongside Edward. Our Houses are different. I apparently have friends there from different Houses as well.

Diedrich has a daughter. That daughter is Sieglinde.

Sieglinde is my fiancée , while Elizabeth is my brother's.

Madam Red seems to still be a doctor and a partier, but is happier? Need more information.

Sebastian is nowhere to be seen in this house.

As Ciel finished writing his notes, he was startled by a knock at the door and quickly shut his notebook.

"My lord? I am here to dress you for tonight!" A maid called in through the door, making him flinch. The last maid hadn't undressed him entirely, but this one would have to.

"Um...I think I'm fine. I'll just sleep in my clothes," Ciel declined, managing to slip off his shoes and crawl under the covers of his bed.

"Are you sure...?" The maid asked awkwardly from behind the door. "That hardly seems comfortable,"

"I'll be fine!" He buried his face in his pillow, sighing once he heard the receding footsteps.

The bed was actually quite comfortable; smaller than his old one but bouncier with several layers of covers. It was all a faint white and powder blue shade, while his brother's looked the same.

He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out what his plan for the next day would be. He still had some time before going back to Weston; he knew he needed to have a good idea of the current situation before then. Maybe he could try to sneak around the manor and eavesdrop.

The twin smirked to himself when it was time for him to turn in, watching his younger brother sleep. The poor thing was so ill, he hadn't even changed yet. He didn't sense a fever, but knew one was coming.

"Why were you so loopy today?" He questioned Cedric with a sigh. "It was like you fell from the sky," He brushed some hair out of Cedric's face gently so he wouldn't wake up. "I was really worried,"

He turned out the light with a final look at Cedric before crawling into bed himself and falling asleep.