Belle stood at the front of the meeting room. She watched as the others entered the room. She put her hands on the Big Book of Stories. She checked it everyday. As keeper of the book she felt it was her duty to know they stories that it contained. She worried when the words began changing but she knew that happened sometimes. As the world changed so did their stories. But it was never anything major. It was when major parts of the stories she knew by heart began to disappear that Belle had contacted the others. Hopefully someone could figure out what was happening.