[Poggio]

Robin came home a little later then usual. Some of his work friends noticed his cheery disposition and decided to try and do something about it. It mostly resulted in Robin, being slightly buzzed and over buying Chinese food. He stuffed the boxes into the refrigerator leaving a note for his roommate to eat themselves silly. Robin settled into doing his homework. When he had finished he noticed it wasn't that late. He looked around the room and found the book that he had been reading. He fell on his bed and noticed for the first time that the book held an illustration. He found it would have been amazing if the characters didn't eerily look like him and his roommate. He flipped to the page where he last stopped reading and noticed a rip along the binding of the book. He sat up quickly, making himself a little dizzy. Some one had vandalized the book. For some strange reason Robin felt as if his book was hurt from the act. His curiosity desperately wondered what was on the two pages as he relaxed against his pillow. One moment Robin was blinking the next he was waking up in his ash filled world. His step sisters had been stomping around kicking him in vain to get him to wake up. It picked up his spirits to hear his sisters shrill voices complain that the prince had ignored his ball all night and that there would be another one. Robin went about his duties quietly thinking of ways to get away just in case the man returned to the ball. To night seemed like his last chance.