Reinette was prepared for a great many things. Indeed she had spent every moment giving orders privately steeling herself for what was to come.

But still she was not prepared.

The room was different, of course. The tile and the walls and the occasion, none of them the same.

Yet it could not help but bring back memories of the last time they had shared such an occasion together. The last day she had spent with Jack. She could remember clearly the sight of him in the tub. And it was not the events there, the feel of his skin against hers that she immediately recalled.

It was other images. The way his muscled form carried itself beneath the water. The way water spangled in lashes that sat over eyes bright and clear. The sound of his laughter as he pulled her in with him. She remembered her own indignation and would gladly ruin a dozen more gowns just to repeat that moment.

The Jack of then and the Jack of then collided before her. She worked to keep her features in repose, reaching for the scissors.

Then she began to carefully cut away what remained of the clothing, lifting the filthy scraps away from him and removing them from the tub.

"You have not disappointed me Jack."