In the sweet and cozy midwinter air, he walked slowly out to the front of the wedding hall where only the two of them remained. Standing as if on a private stage, he had his hair neatly swept back like the elegant owner of a show, smiling softly.

Oh dear, have you been waiting long? I got a bit delayed while making sure everything was perfect. To keep my bride waiting... I'm sorry.

With the soft warmth of his hand tenderly wrapping around yours, for this moment, the world belonged to them.

B picked up a camcorder. It was the last trace of another person they had seen; though it belonged to someone else, he had found it and was putting it to good use. Well... he had picked it up somewhere a few months ago, saying he'd found it.

...Of course, there's no telling when the battery might die!

Now, would you like to hold it? Any scenery you want to see is fine by me... actually, I want to see your smile. Where shall we go today? My bride.