It has been twenty minutes. Twenty cruel minutes since Duncan realized you were gone. Twenty minutes since he woke up and realized that the warmth he'd gotten so used to, the warmth of you sleeping next to him, was gone.

But he can't help but panic as he runs around. He needs you. He needs you ALIVE. He walked across the stage, feet making a hollow sound that twists his heart. Something is very wrong, he can feel it clenching his gut.

He pushed back the curtian and his eyes follow a metal hook up. Right to where your cold body is suspended, eyes white, bloodstained, dead.

"No." He whispered. He dropped his flashlight and reached up to cup your face gently, running his fingers over your cheeks. "No, Princess, come on. Wake up, wake up." His voice is growing hysterical. You do not move.