The panicked look on Elizabeth's face quivered when James exited the home, still lavashing from dead-end roots, the second bell tolls. Elizabeth ran the other day, following her own destiny to bear her own fruit, she flies away like the dragonfly, very quick and unoticed. Her wings have only begun to flutter as she searches out for a new home in the world, James however was still standing still from the heartbreak that had befallen him before. He takes off into the forest with the narrow chance of freedom from this past trial and tribulation.

James wanders deeper into the forest, only to find the flaxen lake full full of fish a float below the ice’s thin cracked surface, attempting to reach the boat by foot as a result, but thinks of Cathy as she smiles back at him saying: “Dear, what are you doing? Go back inside, it’s too cold”! James responds: “I will not! I need to find a new homestead, far away from the one that keeps me in constant torment of your memory, I love you but wish to move on to better things”. "Oh that tree" he says: "The one where we had our first kiss suddenly dulled in the blink of an eye, rest now, for I go to grow another part of my roots elsewhere!"  

The winds grow quiet as Cathy's picture starts to fade. Jame's heart is felt aching, cracking from the inside but smiles from the warm embrace of his other halfs presence, the everlasting damage of a broken heart. The cold winds shift to Elizabeth following her journey at a high mountain peak 400 feet away as she gathers the courage to make it to the top, looking beyond what lies ahead, her body drifts away in the sky piece by piece, holding her hand outward but then suddenly pulls back,her heart breaks with tje judgement she felt from her sister, the unceartinity of flase hopes that don't go amiss.