Bridget woke up and entered her cabin in the Grove. She had gotten into a routine. She put on the enchanted playlist, singing and dancing along. She would talk to Nova like he was there and make them both coffee. When it was finished, she would sit on her front porch sipping her coffee, Nova's coffee on the table next to the empty chair. She would laugh and pretend she was telling him stories about her day, silly things she had seen, the incredulous accusations of Stillwater. There was no doubt in her mind he would return, and the magic she was casting through this daily ritual is the beacon that would light the way home.