Wirt and Beatrice got into Wirt's mother's car. They were more still than thought possible. Beatrice didn't know what to think. She was too scared to think. Wirt was almost just as scared. When someone threatened to hurt Beatrice, it made him wonder who else the Beast would hurt. Wirt and Beatrice looked down in his hands to see the scissors that where once used to cut Beatrice's wings and free her from her bird chamber. And now, they were a symbol of fear. Beatrice, with shaking hands, grabbed the scissors out of his hands and held them firmly in her now sweaty palms. And almost as she grabbed it, the scissors began to gleam a red glow. Beatrice looked closer and looked at the eyes on the scissors and just as she did, the scissors began to move. "Oh my gosh!" Beatrice said as she dropped them on the floor of the car. "Everything o.k. back there?" Wirt's mother asked. Wirt's hand shook as he saw the scissor's legs begin to jump around the car. Wirt tried to grab it very quickly, but when he did, the bird cawed an angry caw and seemed to try to peck off Wirt's finger. "Is there a bird back there?!" Wirt's mother asked, wanting to turn around. "N-no! I- just need to clear my throat." Wirt confirmed. "Well, o.k. You really need to get that cough checked out then. It sounds bad." She said. "Yah, Wirt. You should really fix that- cough." Beatrice said, shifting her eyes to the bird and back at Wirt, trying to signal him. "Yes! That's what I'm doing!" Wirt said. Wirt bent down and began to grab at the bird. The bird cawed and cawed, getting more ferocious each time. Wirt finally got a hold of it, fighting to shove it out the window. Once the bird was out of the way, the car was pure silence and relief. Wirt, personally, was relieved to know it was over. As was Beatrice. The mother on the other hand, was a little worried that her son was going through some kind of lung problem. Once they got home, Wirt and Beatrice where met with a worm smell and sweet air. "Oh! I forgot! I have cookies in the oven!" She raced over to the oven to assure that the cookies weren't burnt. Beatrice and Wirt walked over to the couch and slouched on it as much as they could. They were so tired, they just wanted to sit down and do nothing. Wirt put his arm around Beatrice and took a deep breathe in and pulled her in close. It was nice to have a second of peace before the true pain began. Beatrice leaned her head into his shoulder and did the same. Their hands entwined and there her forehead was met with his chin. Yes, everything was calm- *Door slams open* "I'm home! I'm home! I'm home!" Beatrice and Wirt jumped in surprise as they looked to see little Greg waddle over to them. "Beatrice! Beatrice! Beatrice!" Greg said as he plopped on top of her lap and laid his head on Wirt's lap. ".....Hey. Miss me much?" Beatrice asked. "Of course! I missed you so much!" Wirt sighed in displeasure. He wiggled out from under Greg's head and sat on the other side of Beatrice. Greg moved into the spot which Wirt was once sitting in and curled up next to Beatrice. Beatrice smiled at him and began to ruffle his hair. Just as she did, Wirt tapped her on the shoulder. "Beatrice? We need to talk." Beatrice sighed. She knew what he was talking about.