Michael looked at Elizabeth with puzzlement then proceeded to slowly walk up to Bluebell. Again, the same thought in his head was pounding in his head like a drum by each step he took towards her. But he finally managed to get as close as one metre away from her again, face-to-face. "H-Hi" stammered Michael as he looked at Bluebells forehead then back down at the trident that was just sitting there in the palm of his bare hands, then slowly but awkwardly back to facing Bluebells forehead, nervously. Their eyes begin to lock again once more. "Y-You dropped this." Michael holds out the trident with his hand.