The darkness remains for a moment, but slowly the familiar strains of
a waltz, The Blue Danube, rises and swirls around them. The darkness
shimmers as shades of colour appear and sharpen.
It isn't long before Fiona is looking out over a grand, stately
ballroom filled hundreds of couples in elegant dresses and suits
twirling and whirling across a dance floor. She is no longer in the
arms of a bear, but arm in arm with a bear of a man in ceremonial
military uniform. Looking down, she sees that she is wearing the
most beautiful white ball gown, while behind her, Larry, Curly and Mo
each carry part of the dress train, each also wearing a bright
uniform.
“Okay,” she says, “This is different.”
