The butterflies swarmed back to earth. When they had arranged themselves into a girl, Emily began to weep, huge, heart-rending sobs that seemed to speak of the loneliness deep within her soul. As the tears swam down her cold cheeks, Emily wondered what her mother would say if she could see her. She would probably be scolded for being un-ladylike, but Emily didn't care. It wasn't as if anyone could see her.
When the tears had run their course, Emily stood up, smoothed her ragged dress down, discarded her veil over the stool she had been sat on. A bang echoed around the dark room that she now found herself in.
"Hello?" she called into the shadows of her new surroundings. "Is there anyone there?"
A candle flickered into life. There was no one there to light it. "At least I can see a little better now." Mused the Bride. She picked up the silver candlestick, and carried it over to the huge pipe organ in the corner. "How beautiful" she whispered in awe. Pieces of paper lay scattered over the keys, each one part of a score for an opera of some kind- 'Don Juan Triumphant'. She chose a song named 'Past the point of no return-first draft' and began to play, her fingers gliding lightly over each note.
Erik drew in his breath at the cheek of the girl. How dare she just waltz into his home, start using his things? She was an excellent player though, he would admit to that. Even though this tune was one he had rejected in favour of the dramatic one, she didn't play it in the calm, cool, ladylike way of most women of the time. She infused every note with emotion, the majors making you so happy that you could dance, and the minors making you want to weep. With one hand he picked up a mask, so he didn't to frighten the girl, and with the other he pulled aside the one-sided mirror he was hiding behind.