Winifred felt like her body was strangely warm. She was floating, and a sense of peace surrounded her. Her eyes opened, and she blinked several times, trying to get accustomed to hee surroundings. When her eyes finally adjusted to the light, she let out a gasp, her heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird. She wasn't where she was locked in, she wasn't witnessing her lover get blown up in flames either. No, she was in a beautiful room. She sat up, and her eyes widened when she saw Arthur sitting next to her. He has their son in his arms, hale and healthy, sleeping so soundly, he even cracked out a smile.