Sara looked at them hugging and it almost looked like she was.....Smiling? Wirt looked away from Beatrice and then back at her, only to have a double take. He looked at the devise that gave her air with a tube and saw how one of the tubes where cut. He crouched down and picked the cut off piece up. His face instantly when pale from the thought of someone trying to kill his sweet Beatrice and then his face went red. He in instantly looked over at Sara, his many suspect. "WHY WAS HER TUBE CUT?!" Wirt asked in pure fiery. Wirt stomped over to her and began to wave the tube in her face and ask her questions she didn't know how to answer. "Wirt! I went to get help! Why would I cut it just to get help?" Sara asked. And just on time, the nurse came in and gave her an envelope. "Thank you Sara! Without your help, she would have been a goner. Here's the notification from me, saying that you get your extra credit. I'm so proud of you! You're going to be everywhere! In the newspapers, on television, maybe even on tee-shirts! You have no idea how much publicity you're going to get! I mean, a lot of people actually risk other people's lives just for publicity. But you, you did it the honorable way. The real way!" The nurse said. And by that time, Sara had that "Really?!" look on her face. Wirt had already had his suspicions about her, and now, he had proof. Well, not exactly proof. But it was something. Wirt was just about to pounce on her and beat the snot out of her when she ran. She was on the track team. It wasn't that hard for her to run. Wirt knew, no matter how mad he was at her, that he couldn't catch up to her. Wirt turned around to face her with a tray in his hands. Beatrice began to react for it when a pair of scissors fell out from her pocket. There was silence in the room for a moment as the sound of the scissors echoed through the hallways and replayed in their minds. They looked down in fear at the pair of stork scissors that could have cut through anything. You name it. Wool, bird wings, and..... Plastic tubes. Wirt picked them up and looked as the light reflected off of them. His hands began to shake and he tried not to jump to conclusions. Beatrice was scared and Wirt was confused. There was silence in the room a moment longer until an evil cackle broke it. "Do you like my gift Wirt?" The voice said. Wirt and Beatrice turned about in fear to see the Beast! Wirt ran over to Beatrice and put his arm over her shoulder and pulled her closer for comfort. "Beast! What are you doing here?! I thought we dealt with you last time! Why are you back?" Wirt asked with an angry voice. "Oh Wirt! I was just wondering how you were doing! Beatrice has been having very strange dreams lately. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" The Beast said as he took one giant step closer. Wirt puffed out his chest and tried not to be intimidated. "Don't worry poet boy. I'm only a vision. No one else can see me except you two. I can't even touch you. But I'll be able to soon." The Beast said. Beatrice looked very confused for a moment. "Oh. Don't you remember what your 'father' said? Christmas is almost around the corner and if I'm correct, my personal friend Satan wanted the day that represents a 'savior' being born, to now represent a day that evil triumphed over joy and love. You only have two months to get ready for me. And if you fail then get ready for the unexpected. Come along puppet." The beast said as Beatrice's father followed him! The figure took off his mask and showed a demon. Beatrice, who had just come in counter with God himself, was scared out of her wits. The Beast looked down at his wrist and smacked his head. "Oh man! Me and Cypher where supposed to be playing poker ten minutes ago! See yah toots!" The Beast said as he walked through a fiery portal. Wirt and Beatrice just stood there with their mouths gapping open when Wirt's mother ran in. "Wirt called me! You can come home now! Come on! Come on! Come on!" She said as she hugged and kissed Wirt and Beatrice on the foreheads. That made them feel a little better but it also made them wonder who they could trust as well.