Chapter 1: Shock!Horror!
Robert Langdon laid back in his spongy plane chair, as he gazed out of the cloud-covered window that was shutting him off from the rest of the world, the last sight of Paris, but most importantly- Sophie. He sighed gently to himself, resting his arms on his food tray, where a very flirty air hostess had just set down his food. He angrily growled to himself- Food! How on earth was he expected to eat at a time like this! He'd just had his heart torn in two by leaving the person that had made their own space in his heart for two whole weeks! How could they expect him to eat!
Meanwhile, back down, with two feet firmly on the ground- but her head up in the candyfloss-clouds, laid on her feathery bed, was Sophie. She gently wiped the trickling tears off of her burning hot face, as she stood up and made her way out to the cool balcony. She gazed out at the beautiful city she had grown up in…the mighty Paris. However, now, it didn't seem so grand at all. The gorgeous view of the Eiffel tower- wasn't all that glorious- the only thing her head was focused upon, the only image she could visualize- was Robert Langdon's face. His softblue eyes….His rosy lips; that she often had kissed with a deep passion…she was distraught! He was gone! His flight to England had left the French airport only 30 minutes ago, yet, already his loss was burning a hole in her chest. Suddenly, her throat felt tight, and her head was spinning; she grasped a hold of the black iron balcony as she swayed from side to side-then – like a flash- she fell to the floor, feeling the hard concrete bash against her delicate head as her wide eyes slowly closed.
Sophie had been laid on the balcony for quarter of an hour, when her grandmere walked in- only to pick up Sophie's laundry ( in case your wondering, Sophie was capable of doing her own laundry, but her grandmere loved her so much she felt she had to mother her for all the lost years!) however when she opened the door, she saw wide open windows, with a net curtain ferociously blowing around in the wind.
"SOPHIE" she cried, and she ran to her beloved granddaughter, stroking her face with her wrinkled hands. She quickly grabbed the phone off of Sophie's side table and dialled the ambulance. After she was reassured help was on the way, she grabbed Sophie's hand and stroked it lovingly- Princess Sophie- what would become of her?