Belle could feel something was more than not right here. It reminded her of the time when she had fallen unconscious where the creature had told it had been waiting to eat her soul. Was this the same place? Whatever dream her mind was conjuring it gave her a very unsettling feeling.
She took a step back and Marie's face changed in anger, "Where are you going?"
"I need to go back home."
"Home?" Marie uttered the word as if a home was an imagined word, "Home is right here, Miss Belle. I am sad that I had to die. I was a young girl," her words broke as if she was barely trying to contain her emotions.
"You are still a young girl, Marie," Belle stated to see the girl shake her head.
