Once again Leah found herself sneaking out of her bedroom in the dead of the night, her bathrobe wrapped tightly around her body.

After tossing and turning for hours in her bed, she had finally given up and decided to take a walk to clear her head.

Padding across the carpeted hallway, she paused at the light underneath Alice's door.

Things had gone terribly that night and yet if she could take it all back, she wasn't sure that she would.

Anyways, she shook her head and kept walking.

She crept down the stairway and using the banister to steady herself, navigated her way downstairs in the dark.

Stepping into the ballroom she was once again struck by how different it was from the night before.

Gone was the music, merriness, and tension.

It was deathly quiet now and Leah wondered how lonely this place must be without any guests and how the Armeshire's managed to live here all alone.

Maybe that was why they hosted guests so often.

To fill the rooms and bring some life into these lonely halls.

Lost in thought, she drifted across the empty ballroom and was just considering returning to bed when she saw a shadow move against the walls in the corner of her eye.

Jerking around she scoured the room for any sign of anyone, but no, there was no one.

Maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her, or maybe the fatigue was finally settling in.

In fact, with the breeze blowing against her cheek, she was beginning to feel quite cold.......

Maybe she should just go back.........

And that was when it hit her.

The breeze.

The balcony.

The window.

It was closed when she entered the ballroom, she was sure of it. But where else could the breeze have entered from?

Someone had been here and they had left through the balcony doors when Leah had entered the room.

And perhaps it was just another one of the guests but then why would they have run away?

Making up her mind, she turned and walked towards the balcony, surveying the open windows, she took a breath and stepped out.

The cold was the first thing that hit her, chilling her to her bones, but she didn't have time to warm up.

Whoever had been in the ballroom must not have gotten very far and she didn't know why, but something in her bones, besides the cold, of course, was telling her to go after them.

Gathering her dressing robe, she climbed over the railing and landed on the soft grass.

The Armeshires had an impressive back garden with various plants and paths meandering their way through the grass.

She looked around. To her left there was a path leading out to the beach and her right there was a path leading deeper into the garden, where thick trees and foliage obstructed her view.

Obviously, she had to go to the right.

Cursing herself for not wearing something else, she gathered herself and walked towards the trees.

Making her way through the thick shrubs and brambles, she soon found herself stumbling into a clearing. It took her eyes some time to adjust to her surrounding, but when they did, she began to wish that she'd never ventured out of her room in the first place.

For, standing in the middle of the Armeshire's garden was the one and only, Dorian.