Gaston was tired... and sad, too sad to sleep or really to do anything. He needed something to calm his nerves! He thought a cup of chamomile tea might be just what he needed, but his search of the bistro and the coffee bar outside his office had come up empty. He couldn't believe it! How was it that he had every flavor of tea on hand except that one?! Now he had no choice but to venture out of the sanctity of his own corridor.

He peered cautiously into the kitchen, secretly hoping no one would be around to see him like this because he looked awful! He was thin and pale, his dark hair disheveled and falling into his eyes, and his blue eyes shadowed and red-rimmed. Ans instead of his normal attire, he was wearing jeans and a faded black t-shirt that clearly showed the tattoo on his right arm.

He picked up a teacup and started looking through the drawers and cabinets for teabags. Now where did those elves keep the tea?