William moved with no animation. It was like watching a machine in a human shell, if one could imagine such a thing. The thickets of forest which surrounded Eliabeth’s castle thinned down to the main town square. Street lamps remained on, but the ones placed on home and business doors were mostly out. It was Emily’s house which acted like a star amidst the dark. It called to Elizabeth and she guided William there. However, the carriage outside told her that authorities were caring for her loss. William stood like a deer in headlights outside of Emily’s estate. Though the wind was nipping at his cheeks and causing them to redden, he didn’t lift a scarf or tilt a hat. He stood without blinking. Once Elizabeth decided it best for him to return, he did so. He turned on his heel stiffly and began making his way home. His new caretaker would then feed him human food. After all, he was a good tool that deserved some fuel.