"Well," Belle said, a considerate moment as she thought about what'd she had just said. "Sometimes they go elsewhere," she said. "And sometimes they don't." Said like that, it made complete sense to her, but probably wasn't quite so easy to understand for someone else. "I think there might be some kind of luck to it, but I honestly couldn't tell you what luck or skill you use. All I know is that I can open a door and find myself back home," she said, smiling with the kind of warmth and peace that came from knowing she could see her Papa.

Though, she hadn't been home in some time recently, because she was trying to avoid the Beast and Gaston and what she feared was coming if she allowed time to march on freely. "I mostly just ... well, hope," she breathed out the word with a happy smile. "Sometimes it even works."