Emma/Daphne moved along the wall, the old man cooing eggs and bacon, a distinct smell in the air. She didn't move far, just enough to kick a bucket she didn't see there. She scurried down to turn it right and waited, biting her lip. Who was the old man? Was he the father she had read about in the book? The once that took the princess in so long ago?<br/><br/>She watched him with curiosity as he continued to cook away. She was alone with him and wondered if he knew she was awake. She had already called to him with no reply. Perhaps he was hard of hearing, he was quite elderly.  She called to him, again, "Excuse me, hello? What it you name kind sir?" All this was very confusing for her, and she had no idea that her life was about to take on that of the fairytale princess.