Belle nodded to Jaques, still shaken but a little reassured for the idea that the beast would not kill her. "Thank you. I... I will". The girl watched as the young man left the room and kept staring at the closed door for a moment. After a few seconds, she stood up and walked to the window. Opening it, she looked down. It was a stupid thought, of course, but she had to look down and be completely sure it was impossible to attempt an escape. And it was. From her room, at least.<br/><br/>She knew it was a crazy idea, and that she would probably never leave the castle again. Yet, she needed some hope to keep her from panicking. After the inspection out the window, she closed it and started checking the room. The books were looked at with some interest, but she didn't have the peace of mind she would need to pick one up. She would much rather be at home, with her few and old books and her father.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Oh, father, why?</span></span>, she thought to herself. Her heart broke again at the thought that she had not even told her father how much she loved him.<br/><br/>That thought made the girl lose her will to check the room, and she went back to the bed. Lying down, she kept her gaze at the window for a while. She could see the snow falling against the glass, and hear the wind. It was probably a pretty bad snow storm out there, she thought. Pulling the covers over herself, Belle still thought about the life she had left behind for a while, before slowly drifting off into a tired sleep. She had no idea how long she had been asleep for, when what she thought was someone knocking at the door caused her to open her eyes. "Come on in", she mumbled, still half awake.