- Rapunzel -

So...Flynn Rider has left the City...he's not the only one, either. [He's just the one she can't talk about without bursting into tears.]

My boss, Mister Iroh, is also gone, and I don't know what's going to happen to the tea shop without him...so I thought maybe I should start to look for a new job, just in case.

I don't exactly have a long resume, but I can do a lot of things! Cooking, cleaning, sewing, painting, paper mache, candle making...I'm also good with numbers, too. [The healing hair thing has only just started to come out in the City, and she'd like to keep that quiet for a little while longer.]
I was a waitress at the tea shop, but that's the extent of my actual job work...

...I guess that doesn't look very good, huh...oh well. If anybody needs an extra set of hands for anything, I'm your girl!

[Her cheerfulness is very forced, and she just needs a distraction to keep her mind off of Flynn leaving.]

[Text]

Mister Iroh? I'm really sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to come in to work today...I'm not exactly feeling too well.

I'm really sorry...I just need one day, and then I'll be feeling right as rain, I promise.

Thanks...I promise, this won't happen again.

[And as Rapunzel turns off the text part of her message, she accidentally turns on the video part, revealing that, no, she's nor right as rain at all. She looks like she's been crying nonstop for the past few days or so, and once she's done with her message, she quietly puts the device down and leans against her door, sniffling.]

...I don't even know why I'm crying. I'm mad, I should be really mad, but I'm crying...I shouldn't be doing that...

[She sniffles some more as Pascal and Ishamel come up to try and comfort her...]

...heh...thanks, you two...I just don't know what to think right now...I mean, what am I going to do with that?

[She gestures over to a plastic cup she's painted gold and covered with big plastic rhinestones. She made you a trophy, Flynn. Just like you wanted.]

...he doesn't deserve it. He lied to me...but he wasn't doing it to be mean...


...maybe mother was right. Maybe I shouldn't have ever left...

[There is a young woman wandering around, lost and confused in the snow. Her long blonde hair trails behind her, an obstacle for people walking around her, who trip and step on it as she wanders in a dazed state.]

Aah—oh, excuse me—hey!!

[Something yanks on her hair and she falls backwards into the snow, where she sits for a minute as she quickly gathers up her hair into her arms. As she gets up, she continues looking around, becoming more and more scared and upset.]

Eugene…? Eugene? Maximus?

[The realization that she’s alone seems to be hitting her now as she starts looking around frantically.]

They can’t be gone…no, they were right behind me, I saw them…I heard them, they were right here! Eugene can’t have left…Maximus wouldn’t let him…no, Mother can’t be right about this, no, no…

…wait, where’s…

Pascal? PASCAL!!

[The young woman drops her hair and falls to her knees, digging frantically through the snow. Later, she’ll be overjoyed over having experienced snow for the first time, but right now, her chameleon companion is missing, and she needs him now more than ever.]

Pascal, don’t hide, this isn’t funny…I don’t know where Eugene and Maximus are, and they were right here…and the kingdom looks completely different now…and it’s snowing, and Pascal, please come out from wherever you are…

[After a minute of digging, she finds her friend, who is sitting on a little black communication device, looking cold, blue, and just as confused as the young woman who picks him up and hugs him tight.]

Pascal!! Oh, thank goodness, I thought I’d lost you too…they were right behind us, weren’t they…?

[The chameleon turns green, his normal color, and nods, causing her to look relieved. So they didn’t abandon her, something else just happened. Pascal then points to the black box he had been sitting on, and the woman, Rapunzel, looks at it curiously before picking it up and poking at it.]

Oooh, what’s this…?

[And the poking of the communication device commences.]