"Wirt!" Beatrice and Wirt turned around when they heard a familiar voice. "Hey, Greg! Look, it's Beatrice! Tackle her!" Wirt screamed at Greg. "Wait!!! Tack-" She was cut off by Greg who body slammed her. "Ha-ha Wirt!" Beatrice said sourly. "Hi! I'm Greg. Nice to meet you Beatrice!" Greg said with his hand out. "Greg. You already know Beatrice." Wirt said. "No. I know Beatrice the bird!" Greg argued. "Greg, I am the bird." Beatrice said with an annoyed look on her face. "Do you have anywhere to stay tonight?" Greg asked. "Greg, shush! Of course she does! She's ...... you know..... Beatrice!" Wirt said as he flicked Greg's forehead. "Actually, I don't." Beatrice said with a sad look on her face. "You can stay with us. Greg, go tell mom to get the guest bed ready." Wirt demanded. "No! You don't have to do that." Beatrice said before Greg got away. "Nonsense. Greg, ask mom to make some extra food for dinner." Beatrice stood up with the papers sloppily in her arms. Wirt grabbed the papers and began to walk home. Wirt looked back to see Beatrice standing still without moving. "Beatrice! Come on!" Wirt commanded. "Wirt, I’m fine." Beatrice complained. Without hesitation, Wirt grabbed her by her hand and pulled her. "Wow Beatrice. You’re a lot more stubborn as a human then a bird." Wirt teased. "Be quiet. One night. I'll stay one night." She said. "What's the big deal? I'm offering you shelter!" Wirt said. When they got inside, the mother greeted them with open arms. "Oh, hello! You must be Beatrice! Come in! Come in!" The mother urged. Beatrice looked around the room. "It's very nice." Beatrice complimented. "Oh hush now. It looks like a pig sty. I didn't have enough time to clean up on such short notice." The mother said. The mother pointed to one room. "You will be staying with Wirt. I'm afraid that's the only guest room we have." The mother said. "Now, who's hungry? I made Beef stew!" Beatrice could smell it in the other room. The aroma was so strong she couldn't stop her mouth from watering. After dinner, Wirt asked to see Beatrice outside. "Beatrice, what are you doing here?" Wirt asked. "I'm actually trying to get home. Listen.....the Beast isn't gone. He was disguised as my father and I came here to get away from him. I don't know how though. Do you?" Beatrice asked. "Sorry, no. But every night I lay awake trying to figure it out. I lay awake in awe of the amazing and horrifying things of the unknown. The air was so fresh and the leaves where such a vivid color. The wind's chilling breeze gives me chills and the sun sets upon a beautiful purple-red sky. Oh what a-" He was cut off by Beatrice's hand. "We don't have time for that."