Belle awoke with a start. She had the dream again. Calling it a dream was not really fair, nor could it be called a nightmare. It was a memory, flashing in her mind when she was trying to sleep, when the Beast had been killed, but suddenly, through the magic, he was rising, and once again, alive, but transformed.

She got out of bed, slid into the slippers, and tied the robe. There was no need to sneak around, but she often felt the need, purely out of habit. She found him.

"I thought I'd find you here," she said.