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Who: Beth and OPEN
What: Beth March arrives
When: Late afternoon
Where: Cabin 303 and then the corridor outside
Rating: Low
Status: In progress



With Laurie gone to England, Amy in Europe, Jo in New York, and Meg happily married, Beth was the only March girl still at home. It didn't bother her very much; she liked home. Liked being the little mouse, keeping things tidy and neat, helping Hannah. She'd always been rather painfully shy, and truthfully had never planned out her future as her sisters had. She wasn't brave and intelligent like Jo, not as cultured as Amy tried to be...she'd never planned out a life as a content housewife as Meg had. After all, she could barely speak to anyone, let alone boys.

With the changing seasons, she'd felt a change in herself, as well. At first Marmee had chalked it up to low spirits, brought on by missing her sisters. But as the weeks went on, Beth realized, even before Marmee would admit it, that she was weakening, growing ill. They hadn't expected her to live through the bout of scarlet fever, perhaps she'd been living on borrowed time.

That day had been warm, and she'd gone out to the garden, curling up on the bench on an old quilt, her kittens playing near by as Beth dozed in the sunshine, smiling at the mews nearby. She must have drifted completely off, for as she awoke, the first thought was that her cats must have wandered away. Upon opening her eyes, however, that thought shifted to one of abject terror.

She was on a train, it seemed, though how she had gotten there, she knew not. Not to mention it was unlike any train she'd ever seen. Pushing herself up, Beth peered out the window, upset even more at the landscape outside. That was most definitely not Massachussetts.

"Marmee?" Beth called, pushing herself gingerly up off the bed. There was no one in the room and so she moved to the door, opening it carefully. "Marmee? Father?" Her voice was soft, tinged with tears. She didn't like this at all.