"Hey Blondie, how you holding up?" Eugene said.

"Eight months and nothing." She said.

Her room was littered with old journals and books. She still looked depressed and the sadness hadn't left. The fault was weighing her down. 

"It wasn't your fault."

"Oh no? Didn't I do the ritual even though he warned me. I should have listened. Now he's stuck in who knows where."

"Hell."

She glared at him. Eugene drew back.

"I'm sure he's alive. He has to be. I have to find him." 

She kept flipping through the books. Pascal looked so sad. He squeaked and put his head down. Quirin walked in.

"Quirin! Haven't seen you since we told you about the incident." Eugene said.

"I've been...busy." He said.

Rapunzel walked forward.

"I am so so sorry. This was all my fault." She said. 

"I know.  I don't blame you as much as I blame myself."

"You? What did you do?" Eugene asked. 

"I persuaded him to do the ritual with you. I told him not to worry about it. It would've been fine and now he's gone." Quirin gripped his head.

"Rapunzel the King and Queen summon you." Nigel said.

Rapunzel nodded.