The funny thing Charles smelled was something that was meant to knock him out so he would appear dead. He couldn't move. He couldn't talk. He couldn't walk. He was just... dead. Well he was alive but nobody would have known it. It slowed down his heartbeat. He slept. He dreamed of his family.

In his dream Lucie came out to greet him. She, Little Lucie, Lucie's dad and Ms. Pross had just been on a boat ride. They'd spent the afternoon riding and having a good time. They didn't expect him back and they were trying to make Little Lucie be distracted to the fate of her dad. Lucie was looking out the window when she saw a carriage pull up. She went to greet the carriage and was delighted when she saw it was Charles. He was once again with his family. It was the nicest dream anyone could ever have. He loved his family more then anyone could ever imagine. To dream about them was the nicest thing possible. It was as if he had died and gone to heaven and his family was heaven.

Tomorrow he would see his little girl's smile. Tomorrow he would feel the arms he longed to feel around his waist. Tomorrow he would be back with his family. Tomorrow he would be in heaven. His family to him was heaven. He made himself a promise. He would not ever take his loved ones for granted again. They meant so much to him. When he woke up the next morning it was 13 hours later. He was on the carriage. He was riding to the junk yard or rather dropping the bodies off and he would be back with his family in no time. He was so excited.