Even behind closed eyes, he could feel the light leave the room. Why was she here in the room? Well, it WAS her room, but still. He kept his eyes shut, feeling her slight weight on the mattress. He smiled, ever so slightly, feeling her delicate touch against his fur. He rubbed against it like a dog would. He could feel her hand lay on his arm, and he placed his own large paw on hers, which completely engulfed it. They rested together for some time.<br/><br/>-----------------------------<br/><br/>"Gerard! Come back here! You aren't well!" The man ran out the door very early in the morning; he didn't expect her to be awake and he figured he could sneak out without being missed. Thankfully though, she didn't run after him. He sped down the empty street, heading to the one place he knew would have people willing to do what he asked. The Blue Moon Tavern.<br/><br/>He burst through the door, eyes searching for someone, ANYONE, who could help him save Belle. "Please! I need help!" He cried, going from man to drunkard, leaving them be when he was pushed away. He could see Gaston on his high back chair made of antlers near the back, and he went over there, praying he would care enough about Belle to help. "Gaston! Please, Belle's been taken by a terrible monster!" The whole bar fell silent, and they all stared. All at once, the room burst into laughter. Gerard looked distressed; no one believed him! "Please! I'm telling the truth!"