Bridget didn't think they would ever get there fast enough. After a while she finally did quiet down but she never lost the sheen of excitement in her eyes.<br/><br/>It wasn't until they finally reached the town where their lives would finally begin that Bridget started to have doubts and worries filling her head. Nervous, Bridget slowed to a stop on the outskirts of town and just stared at the unfamiliar village ahead of them. As far as she could tell it wasn't any different from the village in her kingdom, but she never really got to see much of her village being confined to the castle so she wasn't sure.<br/><br/>Bridget hesitated unsure about this all of the sudden. There were so many people, strangers, people she didn't know and who could very well be hostile, men in particular scared her. Two bigger meaner looking men were loading crates into the back of a wagon when Bridget and Harrison approached. Bridget's eyes met with one of them and she froze in her tracks, petrified.<br/><br/>Though they were not the men that had attacked her and almost killed her, it wasn't hard for Bridget to imagine their faces on the harmless workers in the street. And with it came the memory of what had happened to her all those nights ago. Image after horrible image flashed before her eyes and Bridget began to tremble slightly as she stood stalk still in horror.<br/><br/>Her heart began to race and a bead of sweat rolled down her brow. She was no longer in the quiet village but reliving everything that had gone on that night she had snuck out to find Harrison and the terrible days that followed up until they found Madaline.