The sun was setting on the horizon when a young man in his mid-20s was rambling in the forest at the foot of Mount Octover. He got lost, worried, and was trying to find his way back home when he saw an old woman standing by a huge tree ahead, as if looking for something.
    The woman was wearing worn clothes, holding a basket of fruits and a wooden cane. She was wearing a hat made from abaca with intricate designs. She looked innocent, so the young man approached her.
    "What are you doing in this forest, mister?" The old woman asked. "Don't you know that there are many dangerous creatures here?"
    "Good day, Grandma," the young man greeted her. "I feel lost, and I don't know how to go back to the town. Can you please direct me the way?"
    "Follow me," the woman replied. She understood that the young man had a kind heart, and she was willing to help him, but on one condition.
    The young man followed the old woman, taking the narrow path with huge vines on both sides. There were different kinds of birds, colorful butterflies, and abundant plants and animals. It seemed like the woman was living in this peaceful and desolate place for too long.
    After a few moments, they arrived in front of a small shack built below a huge tree. Its door looked like a huge rabbit hole connected to the world of Wonderland. The old woman offered the young man a seat and some food to eat, as she knew that he was hungry and tired.
    "Thank you, Grandma, but I need to go home now," the young man said, feeling uncomfortable.
    "No!" The old woman shouted as if she were mad. "It is still early for you to go, and I know that you're tired, so you can take a nap here."
    Although the woman was right, the young man insisted on going, but it seemed that the old woman had become mad and her identity had changed. She became an ugly, old witch. The man ran out, but before he could reach the door, the witch turned him into a frog.
    "Sebastian, wake up. You're dreaming!" Dorothy exclaimed worriedly, seeing her husband shaking in fear with his eyes closed.
    Sebastian opened his eyes and immediately hugged his wife. "She turned me into a frog!" Sebastian panted; sweat rained down from his forehead as if he had run a marathon.
    "It's okay, it's okay," Dorothy gently stroked her husband's back to tell him that he wasn't alone in this world. "It was just a bad dream, my love. You are not a frog, and even if you are, I will still love you, always and forever."
    Sebastian inhaled deeply, feeling a little relieved hearing his wife's words. It had been a long time since he started struggling with his bad dreams that looked so vivid and real. These mysterious things must have something to do with his past that he couldn't quite understand.
    It was the curse, Dorothy remembered. She knew that those times when they were facing the great hindrance of their relationship still messed with her husband's mind, and it wouldn't give him peace, especially since he had amnesia after that car accident and was in a coma for many years.
    "You should go back to sleep, my love." Dorothy looked at her wristwatch. "It's still early to wake up."
    Sebastian inhaled deeply. There was a distant look in his eyes as he lay down again and fell asleep. His dreams brought him back to the place where he met the old woman. He learned from his mistake, and he didn't want to become a frog again, so he decided to be kind with the old woman.
    The woman led him to her shack at the center of the forest. Sebastian followed her; he ate the food and drank the water she offered, and he also took a nap to show his obedience to the old woman.
    "He's a courteous man," the old woman murmured as she went out of the shack.
    As he peered through a narrow hole in the wooden door, Sebastian's eyes turned wide, seeing the old woman transformed into a beautiful woman.
    "She's so beautiful," Sebastian whispered.
    She had high, rounded, firm young breasts, a small waist, trim, curving hips, and shapely, long legs. It made Sebastian unbuckle his pants and imagine the thing that was in his hand was inside of hers.
    The woman turned around and faced him; she wasn't wearing anything, showing every part of her body that should have remained covered.
    Sebastian didn't want to be caught, so he immediately put the fat creature back inside its cage and pretended to be asleep like a good little puppy.
    The woman entered the shack. She continued towards Sebastian and sat down next to him. Her soft palm gently stroked his head, sending him to sleep.
    "It has been a long time since the last time we saw each other," the woman said. "But all this time I keep thinking of you. My feelings never changed, and I'm willing to sacrifice everything just to be with you."
    A sharp dagger appeared in her hand, glowing faintly in the dark. Without second-guessing, she pierced the young man's chest as if she were hiding so much hatred in her heart, but the dagger just went through his body.
    Infuriated that she couldn't kill the young man in his dream, the woman disappeared without a trace, and Sebastian woke up, feeling relieved as he survived the challenge.
    However, everything was still not clear to him. Sebastian didn't know why he was dreaming about that woman. He didn't know why she looked so familiar to him; most of all, he didn't remember anything.
    "Are you just okay?" Dorothy asked. She didn't sleep watching her husband in his sleep, just in case he'd walk while asleep. "Tell me, did you have a dream again?"
    "No, but there's something messing with my mind," Sebastian whispered. He stood up, walked slowly towards the window, and opened it.
    Dorothy followed him. She couldn't just let her husband carry all his burdens by himself, so she always told him to share whatever he thought with her, that he didn't have to keep them all to himself.
    "I know who you are thinking about, and perhaps it's time for you to know what really happened. I'm sure it can give you peace of mind," Dorothy said, hugging her husband from the back, keeping him warm in the cold weather.
    Sebastian opened the window and took a deep breath, but his ears were listening to what his wife was going to tell him. He knew she never lied, and that was one of the reasons he loved her: he couldn't just remember.
    "Seventeen years ago or earlier," Dorothy started. "When I was still bearing our son Callisto, before we left this town. I know you don't remember it because you even chose this place for vacation, but... I don't really know how to tell you this."
    "Just tell me what you can, my love." Sebastian turned around to face his wife and stealthily kissed her cheeks. "Don't bother yourself if you can't really tell me, because I'm not forcing you either." He carried his wife's two legs near his waist and brought her back to bed.
    "There are many things that I don't know how to explain, but for sure you can understand them if I tell you," Dorothy started again, but at the same time, her husband also began using his exasperated tool, perhaps to make her narration more enjoyable.
    But the next words, or not even words that came out of Dorothy's lips, but a moan while her husband kissed her neck. His face was flushed, showing his sexually vulnerable self. Dorothy forgot what she wanted to say.
    "How could I tell my husband the truth?" Dorothy asked herself. "He doesn't even want to know them either, so why would I bother myself? Perhaps everything will be better if I also pretend to have amnesia and forget everything in the past."
    Dorothy and Sebastian were surprised when the window suddenly slammed, but it did nothing to stop them from doing what they were doing. It just became warmer as the cold air couldn't enter the room.