Darkness envelops the sleepy village, as a young man steps quietly through the window of his beloved. He crosses the room on tiptoes so as not to wake the girl's parents. As he reaches her bed, he reaches out his hand to the woman he loves, who was impatiently waiting for him to come. Hugging her soft body close to his, he smiled, holding his beloved gently like a fragile gem. "I made it, dear," Edmund whispers softly, his breath brushing her skin, sending a shiver up her spine.