- Rapunzel -

So, I'm a little confused...

What's this Thanksgiving thing? Is it some sort of holiday? What do you do on it?

We never celebrated Thanksgiving in the tower, if it is a holiday. I've never heard of it before...

All I've managed to find out is that it involves a lot of food.

Okay, I have a question!


Sooo...When I left home to come here, it was my birthday at home. Which was in the summer. But it was winter here...so I guess it wasn't really my birthday here.

But my birthday is this month, so I'm really confused about what I should be doing. Am I turning 18 because it wasn't my birthday when I got here? Or am I turning 19 because it was my birthday at home when I left?

Pascal and I have been talking about this, and we both got confused...so he suggested asking somebody here, because somebody here MUST know what I should be doing.

Time here is very confusing, isn't it? Because...even though my birthday is this month, back home, when I go back, it'll be my birthday again, but not this specific one...

I think I'm giving myself a headache trying to think about this.

[Rapunzel looks scared and miserable, eyes red like she's been crying.]

I need help...I can't find Pascal or Ishamel anywhere...They were here last night, they were! The door was closed, and the window was too...I don't know where they could be...

[She sniffles and rubs at her eyes.]

...Ishamel had been acting strange lately...he kept trying to burrow through the carpet, like he was trying to dig out of the room...and Pascal...

...I knew there was something wrong, but he wouldn't tell me! He just sat at the window and...and...I should have done something more, I...Why would he leave...? We've been friends forever...we promised we'd never leave each other without telling...

...I have to find them. I just have to!

...Everybody is talking strangely...

It's funny. When I was younger, Mother brought me this book of poetry by this English playwright, and it was all about love and life. I think she was trying to teach me something about the world, but I was too young to understand it.

Though, there was this one poem I remember. The man who wrote it sounded like he was insulting this woman he said he loved...I never understood it. He loved her, but kept saying everything that was wrong with her...Mother said that by pointing out her flaws, the man was trying to say that no matter how many things weren't right with her, he loved her anyway. Just like how my mother loved me.

I think I liked that poem, but it's been a long time since I've read it...does anybody know what I'm talking about? It'd be nice to read it again...