Disclaimer: I do not own Corpse Bride.

Victor continued to stare out the window gazingly. His silence was interrupted by his quiet fiancé, Victoria who came into the room quietly and gently placed her small hand upon his shoulder, startling him as if he was doing something he wasn't supposed to.

"Victor, are you alright?" she asked apologetically after scaring him. Victor shook off his fright and smiled to cover up his wonder about the forest and the butterfly.

"It's nothing Victoria. I was merely looking out towards the forest." He confessed. He brushed ff his shoulder as though there were a fly that landed upon him, though there was none. Victoria reached past him and closed the windows.

"We need to keep these closed. I don't want my groom getting sick before our big day." She said motherly.

Victor's eyes widened and his mouth gaped. He had forgotten it was only one day until their wedding. Victoria's sweet smile turned to a concerned glare.

"Did you forget about our wedding again?" she sounded somewhat disapproving of his forgetfulness.

Victor waved his hands in his defense, "No! ... I was just a little absent minded…"

Victoria cracked a small smile and shook her head as if forgiving him, "You would think I would be used to this by now. Please, just don't be nervous. That is why you constantly forget everything…" Victor looked at her child-like with big eyes.

"Don't look at me like that Victor!" she giggled then pecked him on the lips. "I'll be downstairs if you need me for anything…" she said before walking out the door and stepping lightly down the hall and stairs.

Victor looked at the floor then out to the window, opening one that was closed from him. He sighed and rested his head on his hand. "Oh Emily… why have you gone?" he sighed. He lifted his head and stood up, walking to the door and making his way down the stairs. He came into the Foyer when Victoria crossed him.

"Victor? Are you going outside?" she asked.

Victor stopped instantly in his tracks, feeling somewhat caught. He hung his head and gave a small nod, "Yes," he looked up, "I wanted to go out for a short walk." There was a short pause as he waited for her disapproval.

"Alright, let me fetch you your coat and scarf. You don't want to come back deathly ill…" she said scuttling into a room and coming back with Victor's long coat and scarf. She put his coat on him and wrapped the scarf around his thin neck. "Don't be long, I want you back by dinner." She said tapping the tip of his nose with her fingertip after she spoke. Victor couldn't help but smile and he nodded before walking out the front door.

The air was in fact quite thick with a sharp chill. As soon as he stepped out he shivered. He walked towards he town exit and as soon as he crossed over the bridge, snow began to fall. He looked up and smiled at the gentle glints of white frost.

He quickly looked back towards the forest and bravely entered with a quicker pace, though hugging himself to keep himself warm. He was determined to find something. He wasn't sure what, but it had to do with getting to Emily. He knew that there would be some way to get back to her. But how?

Many thoughts flew around in his head. What was he really looking for? Emily? A door in a tree? A branch in the shape of a hand? He wasn't quite sure. Before he knew it, he found himself in the middle of a clearing in the forest. It was small but very familiar to him. As absent-minded as he was, he couldn't figure out why he found that spot and why he didn't want to leave. He circled in the same spot alertly. He seemed a little more frightened now.

A branch cracking was heard in the opposite direction and Victor whipped around to see what it was but there was nothing there.

"Who's there?" the fear cracking through his voice, "Emily?"

There was no answer. Victor began to calm down a little more when a fox scattered from out of that direction and into another part of the woods. He smiled and chuckled at his own fear then sat on a log the lay dieing in the middle of the clearing where he was. He crossed his arms and shivered from the breeze that blew past him.

Where could she be?