Beatrice ran faster and faster, not knowing where she was heading. As her speed increased everything became blurry and she no longer worried about where she was going. She just wanted to get away from the Beast. The beast was just about to grab her when she tripped and fell into a pond. When she woke up she found herself wondering around a neighborhood. When she finally realized that she didn't know where she was she began to panic. She sped across the streets of the neighborhood trying to find a portal, magic tree, or something that could take her home. She began to think: "Maybe it is better to stay here away from the beast." It didn't take her long to forget all about it when she slammed into someone holding a stack of papers....HARD!!!! "Sorry." She said as she quickly began to pick the papers up. The person bent down and tried to help. "Hi. I'm Wirt." Beatrice looked up in surprise. She was about to tell him who she was until she saw a piece of paper and decided to read it. (Out loud) "Roses are red. Violets are blue. Sara, my feelings for you are true. And if you don't feel the same way, I don't know what I’d say." Wirt looked up in shock and quickly snatched the paper from her hands. "Don't read them!" Beatrice put her hand on his shoulder to get his attention. "Wirt. It's me. Beatrice." "Beatrice?" He said with a smile. "What's with all the papers?" Beatrice asked. "They were about Sara. Once she listened to the tape though, she completely made fun of me. I thought she was different." Wirt said with tears rolling down his face. "It's O.K. Wirt. She doesn't know what she's missing." Wirt looked at her with a red face from crying. "Thanks Beatrice. You’re a lot nicer then I remember." Wirt said with a smile. "Quit loafing around and keep picking up your poems pushover." She said trying to hide the blush on her face. "That's more like it." Wirt said.