Christine was wandering down the many secret passages of the opera house and Erick was playing the organ in his secret hideaway inside the opera house. She looked around walking and sat on the bed Erick had specially picked out for her, her finger-tips tracing the cords of the intertwined rope to pull down the curtain, and she picked up the music box, wound it up and watched the monkey play his cymbals. Erick walked in, sighing at how Christine was sitting and how he had to hold back his temptation for her. "You know what I'd really like, Erick?" she asked fiddling with the lace on her petticoat
"What, my love?"
"Oh, hm, I'd really like a puppy."
"A puppy you say?"
"Yes, one of the little french poodles. Grey as coal with the cute little crimped fur, brown eyes and such a lovable face"
"Ah, I' shall go find one." Erick said smiling at Christine, "Do I get anything in return?" he asked hopeful for some...ya know.
"A hug."
"That's well enough for me, my love." Christine smiled as Erick trotted off to go find her puppy.
"I'll be back soon, Christine."
"Good-bye Erick." She said as she waved a dainty good bye.
Christine passed time quite easily, as she began trying to practice the piano, trying on Erick's masks, dancing through the passage ways. Since there wasn't an opera going on for a LONG while she could do whatever she pleased. Then, after approximately three days Erick came back. "It was hard to find, but I got him what shall you name him?" Erick asked enthusiastically.
"Charcoal. Like the color she is." She said holding the darling puppy.
"Isn't there anything else, you'd like to say?" Erick said trying to point out the fact she said she'd hug him.
"Nope."
"Nothing...?"
"Not at all."
"GAH!" Erick screamed and he walked off into his secret room and nd wrote in his "Journal" like an emo child.