Frederick would spend a another late night by the fireplace, as he sat half awake allowing his mind wonder into the fond memories he had of his wife, back when they were younger and held no worries in the world. He would continue to linger in his memories as he watched the flames providing him a little comfort and warmth, to his heart and his mind. As he would shoo away any chance of her being alive in the back of his head, as he gave up hope of that when he had to hear of her sickening more then once. Slowly he would fiddle with his ring on his right hand, distracting himself from the thoughts in the back of his head as he would drift into greater dreams of her...