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Laura left her flat to go find Gaston, and Jim stood there stunned. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He felt his heart shattering in his chest. He stared at the presents under the tree and felt hers in his hand. He fought the tears that welt up and turned and left. He didn't think of his presents or leaving hers. But he needed out.

Jim headed back to his ship and threw everything on. After a couple of hours, and the decision of never coming back to France again, Jim decided to make one quick stop.

Clotaire shivered slightly as he hugged his jacket closer to himself journeying through this dreadful blizzard. He was walking through a winter wonderland as it was beginning to be late evening. He kept half of his face completely covered with his scarf as he gradually got colder and colder being covered in more and more snow as he walked being the winds blowing cold ice and snow everywhere were getting to be higher and higher. He needed shelter something with a fire and a roof for protection. At the corner of his eye he then caught the familiar tavern being it was open he could see that from the glowing candlelight from inside and from where he stood before it he could see the rows of men gathered at the bar or at tables enjoying a couple of drinks.

He thought he certainly didn't want to go home just yet being he was unbelievably cold and with out a horse, and being his grandfathers home was a good distance away from where he currently was. He figured going into the tavern was his best bet besides it would help him warm up and he could maybe even get a drink or two. Without another second thought Clotaire opened the door to the bar as several other men turned their heads at his arrival though he ignored the attention and went straight to the front of the bar. Uncovering his face he asked the bar maid for a pint of ale. He then seated himself at a stool rubbing his partly gloved hands together as he blew on them trying to warm up. He took a quick look around the bar noticing that he was by far the youngest man in the place being all the customers seemed to be either very old or full grown and almost brutish looking grown french men. He no longer paid any attention to the rest as he decided to get into some conversation with the man seated beside him as he learned this fellow was nice enough. 

Maleficent was in her castle, in her study room to be more exact, making some notes about a few spells that she was learning. A typical say in the Forbidden Mountain. She was unaware of a stranger approaching her castle. But Diablo, that was flying above the castle, saw him and began to scream something like an alarm, to warn the guards.