Anne stayed by Philip's side, begging God to bring him back to her.

Why don't we rewrite the stars

She had not been brave enough to face his parents when they insulted her for the color of her skin. She had run away, because it was easier. Despite how she was used to the degredation, she was afraid that once again, Philip would give in, that he would let go of her for his reputation and his inheritance. After all, he had done it before.

Say you were made to be mine

Now she knew that he had been in earnest, that he regretted letting go of her hand. That when he sang to her in the ropes, he meant it with all his heart. If he never woke up, he would always think that she did not forgive him. That she did not love him. She needed him to be alright, so that they could have the life they both wanted despite what world said.

Nothing could keep us apart

He was so quiet in this deep sleep. She could barely hear him breathing, which scared her more than she would admit out loud. She held the note from his parents tightly in her fisted hand. They had disowned him for his "scandelous" behavior since he associated with P.T. Barnum and his band of "freaks." Her heart ached for him. She knew what it was like to have a father who was ashamed of his child. She slid her other hand softly into Philip's, hoping that her touch and her broken song would wake him, so that they could fight the world's hatred together.

You'd be the one I was meant to find

She broke down crying, unable to keep singing. Why did life have to be so cruel? At least she had her brother. Despite his mistrust of Philip's intentions, W.D. had told her that he supported any decision she made. He loved and trusted her completely. What did she do to receive such a blessing for a brother as he?

Unable to stop, she wept until she fell asleep. As she woke up the next morning, her back ached from the uncomfortable position she was in. She still held Philip's hand in hers. She stopped to look at him closely and smiled just a bit. He looked so young and peaceful, lying there in the light of the dawn. Sighing, she kissed his hand and leaned into it. Just as she began to talk to him, hoping her voice would bring him back, his eyes fluttered open.

"You're here," he said, his eyes lighting up with joy.

She quickly pulled him into a kiss, being careful not to hurt him, expressing her happiness that he was going to be alright and how worried she had been.

She pulled away, and, smiling through the tears, declared, "I think it's time we rewrite those stars."

He smiled back at her, and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "I love you too."