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Belle LeFaun

The beauty became the beast.

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a character in “The Wonderland Institute v2”, as played by funsunfish

Description

Name: Annabelle Maurice LeFaun

Surname: Lefaun

Alias/Nickname: Belle, Little Rose, Beastie

Place of Birth: unknown

DOB: April 11, probably some time in the early-mid nineties

Age: appears to be late teens-early twenties, but could possibly be in her thirties. It is unclear whether or not she displays signs of age regression due to trauma.

Family: Single suspected father: Maurice Lefaun. Location unknown.

Occupation: Patient at the Wonderland Institute

Blood-Type: AB+

Criminal History: committed numerous crimes under the instruction of her captor, a man named Gaston Wolfe, most notably short, extremely violent killing sprees. 81 victims total, 4 of them being under the age of 9

Mental Diagnostic: Stockholm's Syndrome, Schizophrenia, Manic Personality Disorder, Sociopathy, Dissociative Fugues, Lycanthropy

Supernatural Powers: Can "become a beast" (see personality), surprising intelligence, can craft tools and inventions out of almost anything, incredible memory

Weaknesses: Easily manipulated, can't stay put for too long, sometimes doesn't comply with instructions if the person of authority isn't trusted, poor judgment, painfully shy

Triggers: Gunshots, certain shades of yellow, too much social interaction, any mention of the name "Gaston", excessive taunting

Ideal Environment and Stimuli For Them: Lots of quiet entertainment such as books and board games, people to talk to on occasion

Personality: Soft-spoken, Almost always happy and chipper, very sensitive, often talks to the furniture and the decorations in the room instead of other people, very intelligent and thoughtful. There are times when Belle might have a bit of an outburst, so-to-speak. When this is triggered, she becomes what can only be described as a beast. She'll bite, claw, and mutilate anything or anyone she can in a fit of growling rage that can sometimes last for multiple days. Strangely enough, her strength nearly triples during this state along with her basic senses of smell, sight, and hearing. (Rumors from her past caretakers say that parts of her body physically change, such as her hands and face, but there is no evidence to prove these claims)

History: Was ostracized from her family and friends, (it is unclear what the specific reason was, although it's speculated that it may have had something to do with the Beast) and was taken in by a stranger who turned out to be a pedophilic, egotistical maniac named Gaston Wolfe, who manipulated her to do malicious acts. She eventually developed a severe case of Stockholm Syndrome after she fell in love with him, despite being constantly abused (and half his age). Wolfe was discovered and is currently serving 8 life sentences in an unknown prison, whereas Belle was charged with a number of felonies and was doomed for the same fate until a woman named Alice intervened and put her in the Wonderland Institution, where she will most likely live for the rest of her life.

Relationship to Other Inmates: somewhat shy and reclusive but definitely not hostile (with the exception of occasional outbursts)

Progress:

ENTRY ONE: Belle has only been at the institute for a few days, so there is not much data collected, however she most definitely needs a lot of work.

ENTRY TWO: Miss LeFaun is now currently under the care of Dr. Henry Jekyll. It's been 13 days since she arrived at the institution. A recent outburst has left us unsure whether or not she is still qualified to be contained in standard inmate's quarters, but as it stands now she will remain there for at least a little while longer to see if she'll adjust.
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So begins...

Belle LeFaun's Story

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Belle tilted her head back, counting the fluorescent lights on the ceiling as she was led down a long, linoleum hallway. She had just come through evaluation, and was now being admitted to a room. It was such a change from the darkness and the dirt that she had found home for so many years. The foam mittens on her hands were apparently there to protect her, but she wasn't sure what she needed protecting from, after all, the lady who evaluated her said this was a safe place. Eventually, she found herself in a room, mostly plain, with a bookshelf in the corner and a decent sized bed.
"We'll give you a moment to get used to your room. Don't be afraid to make any requests." Said the attendant, locking the door behind him as he left.
Belle's large eyes scanned the room, taking inventory. "Good evening, Miss!" Said a hoarse voice from below
Her eyes shot downward at the nightstand, who at the moment was standing next to the bed.
Belle was relieved to have someone to talk to, and she immediately picked up conversation with the inanimate objects in the room, introducing herself to each one. She was quite certain that her stay here wouldn't be as bad as she had thought.

Soon, the door unlatched and the attendant walked in again, carrying a clipboard. "I'm told you shouldn't be needing these anymore, it was just standard protocol." He said, removing her mittens and freeing her sweaty hands. He pointed to a speaker above the door. "That intercom sometimes will sound an alarm. If you hear it, do your best not to panic. Just stay in your room, wait for instruction, and shut up. Otherwise it will only be used for announcements and such." He then gestured to the bookshelf. "It says on your evaluation sheet that you're a fan of books, so we have some basics provided here. If you have any requests for a particular novel, just talk to one of the staff and they'll do their best to fit your needs." Said the attendant in a painfully sarcastic, almost mocking manner. The man proceeded to inform her of what a typical schedule for the day would look like, but she wasn't paying attention anymore. Her focus was drawn to faint talking in the room next to hers. She wondered what making friends would be like. People on television did it all the time. Maybe now she'd get to try it too.

"We're going to send a doctor in to see you in a few minutes. They'll take it from there." Said the attendant, standing up and leaving the room, leaving her alone once more.

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Dr Jekyll was taken aback by Jack's words. He couldn't understand how Jack was so able to ignore the atrocities committed by the other inmates. A semblance of struggle could be seen in his eyes as he maintained composure, although stood up to turn away as Jack spoke "-or just the two of you?"
Facing away Jekyll spoke quietly in defeat, just loud enough for Jack to hear "I'm trying to be genuine. If Mr Hyde is what I really am then it's my duty to reject that."

Holding his hand over his eyes, the head nurse Vitas Warmoon approached him, offering to take over, Jekyll's approach to Warmoon was one of respect but restrained trust. He could tell she wasn't entirely forthright about her intentions. "Vitas, there won't ever come a time where I will ask to mend one of your patients. I have faith in your abilities, and I only ask that you have faith in mine."

Jekyll listened to Jack take jabs at Miss Warmoon, sighing in frustration. Jack's stubbornness in believing he sees the truth in people makes him an extremely formidable nut to crack. If he could see the true Peter Banning, for instance, he wanted not see the dangerously insane patient they were trying to cure. It was almost insulting to Jekyll, a man who had spent so much of his time in understanding the very chemical makeup of the human psyche. Heck, he split his in two. At the same time his studies proved that he could change Jack. When compared to others Jack's crimes weren't too horrendous, All he needed was to see that this institute is here to work with him rather than against. However, with staff like Vitas, Jekyll struggled to hold that integrity. A lurking thought resided in Jekyll's mind, perhaps pushed forward by Hyde that suggested that maybe Jack has a right to be fearful. If the staff were taking advantage of their positions to manipulate inmates... The thought made Jekyll sick.

"Jack, you need to work with us. I promise, there's a way out of here. But it takes time. Co-operation. I am your doctor, yes. And I have hope that like me, you will master your own demons. I don't want you to fall further into the rabbit hole, as it were."

As he finished speaking, and orderly approached him. "We have our new patient from evaluation. Belle LeFaun. Doctor's appointment." Jekyll recalled receiving the new inmate, and had already read her report from the police. With all the chaos during the day he had almost forgotten."Yes, I'm aware. Miss Warmoon, it appears you've lucked out. I want you to stay within your boundaries. I'll be studying the transcript tonight."

After receiving a response from Jack or Vitas, Jekyll would head to Belle's cell. He was actually relieved. Jack seemed intent on bringing out his Hyde. And as head psychiatrist, Jekyll didn't feel comfortable with someone other than himself or Alice attending Belle. Maybe this inmate would be a little more courteous. Reaching her cell door, Jekyll knocked. He knew only he could open it from his side, but he felt it was better than barging in.

"Miss LeFaun? I'm here for your appointment. My name is Doctor Henry Jekyll. May I come in?"

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Belle's attention was focused on the bookshelf, who at the moment was ranting to the light fixture about how underappreciated Edgar Allan Poe's works were. The light obviously didn't care, but still listened anyway. Belle was about to make a comment to them about how most every author gets underappreciated at some point or another, when a knock at the door caught her attention and caused the furniture to return to their original, inanimate states. A middle-aged male voice faintly came through the thick material of the door, asking permission to enter. That was strange, considering everyone else here treated Belle like an object or a burden rather than a human being.

"A-absolutely sir..." She said softly, pulling her legs up to her chest and sitting at the far corner of the bed next to the wall, balling her hands into fists and pulling the sheet around her ankles out of sheer nervousness. The last encounter she had with a doctor was during evaluation, where they poked, prodded, measured and tested her so much that she was physically exhausted by the end of it.

Belle listened to the faint beeping of the keypad that unlocked the door as Dr. Jekyll typed an unknown combination into it. With growing apprehension, she watched the door slowly swing inwards, greeting her with a cold rush of air from the hallway that smelled like dust and disinfectant.

As the doctor entered the room, it was as if he had a
different aura about him than the initial doctors who had examined Belle during evaluation. Jekyll seemed to walk with a sense of honor, not the sort of honor thats given, but the sort that one builds up over time on their own.

Belle's hands slowly relaxed and she smoothed out the wrinkles in the tattered sheet of her bed. She shot a glance at the nightstand, hoping for some reassurance. Her friend returned nothing.
"Well? Say something!" She whispered urgently to the nightstand, who now seemed to be blatantly ignoring her. She knew how shy the furniture could be around other people, but she thought they could at least do some of the talking for her to help ease her anxiety.

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Character Portrait: Alice Liddle Character Portrait: Dr. Cassius LaMontaigne Character Portrait: The Cheshire Character Portrait: Dr. Jacob Grimm Character Portrait: Peter Banning Character Portrait: Aldric Von Hardt Character Portrait: Scarlette Binme Kapuce Character Portrait: Jafar Character Portrait: Jack Winters Character Portrait: Till Eulenspiegel Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon Character Portrait: Don Quixote Character Portrait: Penny Sattely Character Portrait: Dr Henry Jekyll/Mr Edward Hyde Character Portrait: Diana 'Snow White' Blumenthal Character Portrait: The Genie Character Portrait: Doctor Frankenstein Character Portrait: Dr. Theodora Verde Character Portrait: Belle LeFaun
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#, as written by Rulke
GM POST

It had been a chaotic and long day, not the longest, but still pretty exhausting. Once the damage had been measured by the staff it was realised Cell Security needed to be updated with The Wolves Pit practically being rebuilt after Aldric almost escape attempt. While this went on during next two weeks.

Alice received word of a Juvenile Behavior Therapist interested in the position. Being, Peter Banning was still an issue with Jack too being a problem it did seem rather like a good idea.

Unfortunately, the problems outweighed the good, Salem, one of the inmates committed suicide the week after.

Alice, though, was steadfast, despite these major complications. Many would have buckled under the intense pressure from this all, but after her last breakdown, she seemed to attempt to keep herself coordinated. Even odder was when someone mentioned Cheshire or regarding progress of that patient, a nostalgic smile traced over Alice's lip. Something weird was certainly happening, but without further investigation, there was no need to overreact.

In the past when Cheshire was mentioned, Alice's sadism seemed to emerge quite prominently and she got angry and demanded cruel and unusual punishments for Cheshire. Now though, seemed rather calm, some may say downright intrigued by the progress. Some Doctor's have noticed her giggling and commenting during the staff meeting, 'Oh yes, she is such a wicked thing." not a lie, but the way it was said, suggested something of less towards nature.

It has been two weeks since the incident, cells have rebuilt and refitted, Aldric out of his coma and it has been reasoned by Jekyll, Warmoon and even Alice that perhaps Aldric could get outdoor privileges. It is believed that this could resolve much of his cabin fever and also provide the freedom he needs while under supervision. Of course, with this, the Garden now had to be just as warded heavily with magic. But, that was not difficult to do.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the darkness down within the crypt was stirring, it felt the weakness growing within all. Oh, how the boy who cried, cried so hard for it to stop. But now his only sound was the swinging from the metaphorical Gallow's Pole. It must work slowly, and not rush, especially as many of these magic users, if they knew, could strengthen this prison, this cell so not even the maddening cruel voice could speak in their darkest thoughts. Oh yes, it would be patient and in time Wonderland would become the Kingdom of this new Earth with the twisted aberrations of subjects that made up inmates and staff.

Once it was free, only once it was free

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The day was coming to an end.

Jekyll slowly opened the door, and quietly stepped in. Closing the door behind him, he could feel Belle tense up. Jekyll wondered if his presence was truly beneficial to this place, or if he was merely holding back the floodgates that would inevitably break apart and devour him whole. The chemical split between Jekyll and Hyde meant that he could be unwavering in his virtue, but Jekyll understood that didn't make him any less flawed. He was just a fragment of himself, and how could someone that isn't even 'whole' try to fix all that was wrong with this place?

Taking a deep breath, he added a gentle smile to his face and turned to Belle. Hers was a case of tragedy, one that had slowly twisted her mind out of self control over her entire life. Jekyll found it extraordinarily distasteful. The vices of men bring out their beasts, and are brought out by others. Perhaps it was easier to have inmates who brought about their own downfall into madness, such as Jekyll's own, as it was cases such as these that heralded innocence despite the horrific losses.

Dr. Jekyll's sense of dread was interrupted as Belle appeared to turn away and whisper something. As per usual he thought. Schizophrenia brought its own storm of problems by itself, and if the patient didn't believe they had it then it would become even more monstrous to deal with. Jekyll found it best to move slowly, and delicately. If Belle had to stay here, he wanted to be sure she wouldn't be treated like Hyde. Or, God forbid, the Cheshire.

He let out an exasperated sigh, leaning against the door with his hands in his pants pockets. His eyes held sympathy.
"I hope they weren't so hard on you. This place is... Relentless, I think would be the best word for it. Either way," Jekyll took his hands out of his pockets and waved to the other side of the room with his right."Hi. I'd like you to know that I was an inmate here once. Or rather, my other self. So I'm not trying to belittle you when I say I know what this part feels like." He took a moment to turn on the recorder on his tablet before placing it back in his pocket.

The room was so white. So bland. No wonder the inmates become absorbed in their imagination to get by. Jekyll could sense Belle's reluctance like an inverse lighthouse, trying to stay so dark it leeches light from the moon. He hated the negativity this institute produced. Anything else he thought, and his face faded to match the friendlier tone in his voice "Most call me Jekyll. I'm a fan of Victorian architecture and European literature. A snob, I know." He gave a short laugh and produced his tablet, displaying it to Belle. "Everything's becoming digital nowadays, eh? So, Belle. Do tell me about yourself. What do you like?"

Jekyll aimed to make loose eye contact with Belle that moved between the tablet in his palm and her. If she were to speak, Jekyll would occasionally note a key word or two down but never dictate.

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Several minutes of silence passed by. A faint, muffled scream came from the wall left of them, followed by a thud and a scrape. That was nothing unusual. Belle locked eyes with Jekyll for a solid five seconds before speaking.

"I like books. And science." Her eyes shifted to the right, focused on a cracked peice of plaster jutting out from the wall. "Mostly biology and physics. I used to want to be an inventor until Ga-..." her focus broke and her words stopped in her throat,"...Until I changed my mind."

Belle made solid eye contact with Jekyll once more, sliding her legs off the edge of the bed and letting them dangle over the side. "Science is a waste of time. Besides, all of my friends say i'm not smart enough for it." said Belle resolutely, listening to the bookcase chuckle at that last statement. She glared at it, hoping it wouldn't decide to mention to the doctor that she didn't actually have any real friends. Between fits of laughter, the bookshelf and the wall clock began to mock Belle's lies, speaking in high, falsetto voices about "the little social butterfly" named Belle.

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Dr. Jekyll noted down the word 'friends' and Belle's distraction in regards to the furniture. Nothing deadly, though possibly harmful if these schizophrenia induced friends of hers are discouraging her. Also of interest was her aversion to speak about Gaston. Jekyll understood that even if Belle didn't suffer from any mental illness, it would take time for her to feel comfortable talking about it.

"Preposterous, young Miss!" He gave a light chuckle, "Surely the only way to get smarter is by practicing science, no? I'm quite proficient in chemistry, you know. But when I started it I was a wide eyed psychologist with little nerve for understanding atomic structure."

Jekyll moved toward the bookshelf, sliding his fingers against the wood. He sighed a sigh of disappointment. "I'm not going to lie to you. This place is rough. It can be cruel." Turning to look Belle in the eyes, his gaze was determined, as if they were struggling to search for hope within her. "I want to help. And I know it won't be easy, but you have a friend in me." Losing the eye contact, Jekyll returned to his naturally friendly tone as he gestured towards the bookshelf. "What do you say about this poor thing, then. If you'd like it filled, I could have any number of books brought in. My shout, if you will. Ahahah."

Jekyll felt a buzz from his pocket. Time was coming to a close.

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(OOC: Many apologies for the bad timing on my part. I was just swamped with plans all the sudden and haven't found a chance to post until now! I'll try to make this one very eventful as an effort to compensate.)

Belle slid off the edge of the bed and sat on the cold tile floor. There was a deep vibration that was coming from underneath, and if she sat still enough, she could almost make out a voice. She slid her hand forward until it stopped at a place where it was particularly strong. Now she could understand it.

Hello, little beast. Won't you come out to play? Ive missed you so! I'm sure the lovely doctor would love to meet you, sweet little beast. Come on now, don't be shy. I'm a friend! Please show us the beast, Belle.

The sides of consciousness were battling each other inside of Belle's brain. She didn't want to let the beast out, it scared people. She gripped the leg of the bed with white knuckles. It had been months since the Beast last resurfaced, and it was growing restless. A low growl escaped her throat, and her hands clutched her neck in fear, trying to subdue the ever-strengthening urge.

Beastie, beastie! You've been sleeping for so long! You've had your rest, now its time to play!

That was it. Belle snapped. The Beast took over.
All the muscles in her body went rigid, and a devious smile spread across her face. Slowly pacing towards the doctor, the real Belle screamed from the back of her brain, trying desperately to stop herself. It was futile. In an instant, she shot forward and leapt upwards, wrapping herself around his shoulders. Her no-longer-delicate hands clasped his neck with enough force to probably crush his trachea if he didn't act fast. They both tumbled to the floor, and Belle's head hit the tiles with a crack, however she seemed unphased. Her nails drew marks of blood across the man's face and neck. If he wanted to survive, the time to act was now.

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Jekyll held an eye on Belle, taking note of her distractive nature. While he waited for her to respond, he noticed something serious was about to surface. He had read her medical history, and knew about her alternate personality. It was why Jekyll held an interest in her, as with other patients with dissociative disorders. He slowly turned towards her, preparing to head to the door if things got serious. As she growled and Jekyll grew increasingly concerned, he spoke.

"Belle? Are you alright?"

That was when she started pacing towards him, appearing to have no concern for the words he spoke. Jekyll's heart beat fast. Is this what it was like? He could feel Hyde's red eyes open in the back of his head. This is new.

Momentarily distracted by Hyde's dreaded voice, Belle made her pounce. Her hands applied immense pressure, causing Jekyll to panic further. As they fell to the ground she drew his blood, as red as Edward's eyes.

She's beautiful! Hyde called out.

"Belle!" Jekyll struggled to enunciate, choking on the air that fought to enter his lungs.

Come on, you chicken shit. I will not die like this!

Unable to think and acting on instinct, Jekyll produced a syringe filled with a bubbling green liquid. Instantly he thrust the needle into his forearm and pressed hard. I apologise, Alice.
Henry's eyes become filled with a bright red colour, and his skin darkens to the point of turning grey. He is overcome by a great sense of horror as his thoughts are ripped into the deep corners of his mind, as Hyde's pass him and quickly take over. The grip she maintains would become considerably less effective, and what was a grimace of pain turned to a smirk of superiority to match Belle's grin.

"Didn't Gaston teach you manners?" he laughed, attempting to throw her aside and come to a stand. Hyde's voice boomed, ever dreadful. An orderly known as Brenda sent to fetch him caught sight of what was going on inside, and in utter terror ran to Alice's office. "Oh, but you are so very pretty. I would have killed him if I were you. Ripped him to shreds. Gave him what I deserved!" He would keep an extremely keen eye on Belle, reflexes willing to beat her away if need be. "Your eyes shine like mine, girl. I wonder if you can sense it too... Oh how it feels to breathe the scent of fresh blood and passion in the air."

Hyde was struck by a moment of realisation, and from his coat came the key that would open almost every door in the institute.

"However the good doctor's blood is mine to take. If you want out," He gestured towards the door and jingled the keys. "You're gonna have to behave, Beastie."

Keeping on guard for another strike from Belle, Hyde quickly moved through the door into the ha-
SLAM the door went shut and Jekyll's standby orderly pierced Hyde's neck with one of his syringes. As the door to Belle's cell locked, Henry's transformation begun again as he fell to the ground. A female orderly turned a hallway and located Jekyll. Mildly confused by the circumstance, she asked "Doctor? Might not be the best time, but Alice called for you." to which Jekyll struggled to acknowledge.

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The Beast rolled out from under the fallen doctor, and slid underneath the bed. She sat the dark, listening for an opportunity to attack again. Suddenly she heard it. The name.

Gaston.

That was it. Her clawed hands clamped over her ears and she reeled in agony, shrieking and rolling out from under the bed. Split-second flashbacks flooded her brain one after the other, and the Beast writhed and jerked violently until she was distracted by the sound of jingling keys. They looked so shiny and happy. She crept forward on all fours and leapt upwards, trying to grab them from his hand. She missed, and smashed into the closed metal door, leaving a sizeable dent. In an instant she was back on her feet, completely unphased.

"GIVE." She growled, baring her teeth and clawing violently at the air. "GIVE GIVE GIVE."

Suddenly the door opened, and three orderlies walked in. The Beast slid underneath the bed once more and waited until they were distractedwith Hyde. All at once, she pounced on the male orderly with the labcoat and took him to the ground, smashing his skull against the tiles repeatedly and then biting into his jugular. Effortlessly flinging him into the opposing wall, she then lunged for the Nurse with the syringe and snapped her neck, afterwards prying her jaw open until it dislocated. The third orderly was able to escape, but only managed to close the external door. The Beast collapsed, exhausted, and laid flat on her back, blood covering her face and arms.

The setting changes from inmates-quarters to Visitation Area

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A visitor had arrived. Belle sat in a wheelchair and waited patiently, four attendants standing next to her in case the straps holding her down had failed. The security camera up in the corner of the room faintly buzzed as it refocused on something. Nobody said a word. An electronic chime echoed from an attendant's pocket, and he promptly walked over to the giant double doors and let someone in. It was a man with course, blonde hair that sat atop his head in a sideswept cut. He claimed to go by the name of Charles Grendel. He wore a suede red suit-coat over a faded yellow polo, with leather boots that reached his calves. Despite a scar that ran from the center of his throat down to his clavicle, he had an overall ordinary appearance.
"Is this her?" He asked, his sharp blue eyes looking Belle up and down from beneath dark sunglasses.
"This is miss Lefaun, yes. You have a maximum of 20 minutes to talk, but first sign this form of release. No physical contact with her or any of the other patients, please."
Charles hastily scrawled a signature at the bottom of the clipboard, without taking his eyes off Belle. He squatted down to eye-level, and the corners of his lips turned upwards once their eyes met.
"Good evening, miss Belle. Remember me?" Grendel let the sunglasses slide just far enough down his nose that Belle could over them. A cataract clouded his left eye, and his eyelid hung droopily over it. That gaze was all too familiar, but Belle knew enough not to say anything. Instead, she smiled.

"Indeed I do, Father. I've missed you terribly."