Raoul did his best to move closer to her without the Guards noticing and made it to where their arms barely brushed.  The touch was electric and almost healing.  He smiled a little at her comforted deeply by the fact that at least he would be with her only moments after her death for surely any God which existed would not keep them apart.  It was not long until up ahead under the soft kiss of the rising sun a large rough carved wooden mass rose from the horizon intimidating and gruesome as it took shape.  The gallows that graced the presence of many a nightmare and poem with intentions as dark as ink loomed ever nearer and it made Raoul's blood seem to freeze in his veins.  He had heard the expression "blood running cold" before but had never truly understood until this moment.  He looked at Josephine to steel his resolve, he could not show weakness in front of her he knew.  He kept his smile firmly in place and tried to lock eyes with her hoping to keep her attention as they rolled ever closer to their doom.  As the wagon came to a shuddering stop his heart seemed to stop with it.  "I love you...even beyond this void that they call death we will always be together, this I swear to you my dear Josephine.  Nothing as small as this shall ear us apart."