Magnus walks home, the rain falling in sheets, as he wonders what to expect once he opens his door. He enters the small stairway leading to his flat, and stops. Listening ever so closely he can hear music, a piano. Why is Alexandria listening to his old tapes?
Entering the flat, the sound grows louder, walking toward the living room, it grows louder still, it's coming from her room.
Magnus pushes her door, opening it slightly. Inside Alexandria sits before a beautiful grand piano, her long thin fingers running over the keys making soft music fill the room.
The music cuts off as Magnus places a hand on her shoulder, "Does it bother you?" she asks.
"No, darling. Where did you learn to play?"
"My mother, eight years. I never forgot."
"You sound as if you're afraid, darling, why?"
"I've always wanted a piano like this, but you forbid me to summon things for your home. I am afraid you will make me return it."
"I would never do such a thing. Though I do have one question," Magnus sits down beside her, turning her face to look at him, "Where are you going to sleep?"
Alexandria laughs shortly before asking, "With you, if I could?"
Magnus smiles brightly before kissing her cheek and hugging her tightly, "Of course, my love."
She rests her head on his shoulder, thankful she can keep her piano.