Michael joined Edward, Hannah, and Jinx. "We're going to need a bit more time. Beatrice isn't really... coooperating."
"Alright then," Michael agreed. "I'll go let them know." He patted Carl's shoulder and headed towards the mirror room.
Michael sighed and nodded in agreement. "Shall you or I go tell the others we need more time?"
"We have to do something," Michael said. "You'll only hurt more if we do nothing." He paused as an idea came to him. "Carl, can I speak with you outside for a moment?"
"Not a problem," Michael started to reach for Beatrice's hand but caught himself and took his hand back.
"Alright then," Michael said slowly. "I'll get rid of Van Helsing for you." He smiled at Beatrice.
"The horses are with Van Helsing," Michael answered. "Do you want to be alone?"
"Of course," Michael nodded. "I could see it in your eyes."
"Beatrice!" Michael ran over to her. "Are you okay? Nothing... went wrong, did it?"
Michael sighed quietly, not needing to see Beatrice to tell where she was going. Van Helsing won't be happy about this...
Michael relinquished his hold on Beatrice, understanding. "I'll be right here when you get back."
Michael kept his hold on Beatrice. "We're not following until you're sure you can handle being near them."
I'm not sure, Michael answered, not bothered by Beatrice's pulling. She hasn't eaten since I've been here; two days. I think being this close to Anna and Carl is a bit too much for her.
"I can stay here with Beatrice," Michael offered. "It's not a problem for me."
Michael held Beatrice against his chest, wrapping his arms around her. "Not until you're thinking straight." He said calmly, keeping his voice low.
Michael put his hands on Beatrice's arms, holding her still. "Beatrice, think." He whispered to her.
"That depends," Michael answered. "Are you okay, Beatrice?"
"It's not as hard as you make it," Michael said softer. "I have to do it too if I get to emotional."
"Then get a hold of yourself," Michael snapped.
"Then we'll just stay here." Michael said.
