The next morning was uneventful. The snow fell in little flurries, swirling and dancing like little happy fairies. The coldness awaited Nick and Katherin outside the door and windows, peering in every few seconds.

Katherine woke up shivering, but pulled the quilt closer to her. She considered falling asleep again, but decided against it. She padded into Nick's room and searched through his bag again. She found a shirt, khakis and a belt. Katherine walked past the bed where Nick slept. Something grabbed her leg, making her stop.

A disappointed look played on Nick's face. He opened an eye and frowned. "No scream?"

"It was so easy to tell. You were smiling."

Nick shook his head, muttering, "Damn," with a taste of sarcasm.

"The best way," Katherine claimed, "to fake sleep is like this."

She flopped next to him. She turned her back to him. She covered her face carelessly over her mouth.

"If you smile, you give it away. Cover it up," she instructed.

"Where did you learn all this?" Nick asked.

"Mum. She and I played pranks on Daddy day in and day out."

"Mary? No offense, but she doesn't look like she would do that."

"Mary is my step-mum. My real mum was called Faith."

Nick tried to remember who Faith was. His face scrunched up thoughtfully, but nothing came.

"That's all right. Most people say 'Faith who?' if they were asked."

Which was true. When the Queen was alive, the tabloids had nothing against the family. Nothing was there to exaggerate. But the mysterious death egnited rumor after rumor about the family.

"Was Faith better than Mary?"

"Mary is dense and a slave only to her looks. Mum loved books, she had a whole wing of the castle that was dedicated to literature. She would read book after book to me every night. Sometimes we would just play Hide-And-Seek in the library. It was that big. My favorite spot was ---" Katherine smiled and looked at Nick. "Sorry. I'm boring you with stupid memories." She sighed. "I just miss her so much."

"She sounds really special. I'm sorry she died."

"Mum would have liked you," Katherine told Nick. "She liked generous people, people like herself. And she had this thing for young, blonde men. I don't know why, though..."

"You don't like blonde guys?" Nick questioned her. He moved off the bed and rummaged for clothes.

"I like brunettes," she admitted, shrugging playfully. Katherine went back to her room and got dressed. She strapped the belt around her as much as she could.

As she pulled her shirt on, the shower turned on. Katherine smirked and slinked over into the bathroom.

Near the sink was a lone toothbrush. Katherine squirted the soupy turquoise goop on the it.

Nick heard the sound of toothbrush bristles at work. "Are you using my toothbrush?"

"Yeah," Katherine answered, her mouth full of foam.

"Ugh, you are SO disgusting!" he yelled over the noise of the shower.

Katherine washed out her mouth, She flushed the toliet and walked to the kitchen.

A pathetic scream errupted from Nick. Katherine busted into fits of giggles and then made breakfast.