The Rose Frails in The Cold

The waters below looked calm, quiet, and untouched. The sound of the water left no words for Bartholomew. He just stared at it. The wind blew around him like a train that was on a track around a tree. The breeze felt cold but warm. Salty waters soon joined the stream as he started to cry more and more. "Why must I be consumed with emotion when it is all in the past." Bartholomew thought to himself. Then one after another clean water fell from the sky and started to fill the stream. Bartholomew walked away and headed down  Osnabruch Street to Munster square. There he walked around the square for he looked everywhere for a carriage but found non. The water soon flooded the streets with remorse. "If I was only there for her." He said as he endlessly walked the path that would only lead him further into the labyrinth but leave him with no answers. He then found a carriage with the driver just getting ready to leave. Bartholomew rushed over and called out saying, "Excuse me sir. Can you please take me somewhere?" The driver saw Bartholomew and said, "Of course, sir. Where would you like to go?" "Id like to visit a house on Sherborne." Bartholomew said. He got into the carriage and they set off. Once they got there, he got out of the carriage and paid the man ten pounds. "Thank you, Sir and have a nice day." The driver said cheerfully as he rode away. Bartholomew stood in front of a house painted a light sky blue with white window panes. Bartholomew looked through one of the windows and saw an apparition of a woman. She placed her human looking hand on the window. Bartholomew waved. This was it. This was her house.