"Paris?!" Claude exclaimed. He felt faint. "I thought I couldn't go back. You said I don't get to go back."

Christine held her hands out, trying to calm him. "You don't get to go back to your own time," she said. "From what I could find about you, I mean. There's not a lot. People didn't keep records like we do now."

Claude was silent, trying to comprehend that Paris might look different than what he was used to. He sat in silence, unhearing of the woman's words.

That wretched witch sent me here for nothing! Oh Almighty God, why have you forsaken me?!

A thought suddenly came to him.

Perhaps I was sent here to rid the world of the evil that lurks in my city once again. He turned to Christine. I should start with this unholy demon.

He knew his purpose, and the weight in his stomach lifted. Christine was looking at him with kind eyes, speaking of something humorous, and Claude nodded absentmindedly. All he could think of was how he was going to get rid of the fallen angel.

And he shall smite the wicked…

When they landed, Christine was up and about, talking to multiple people about their plan, whereas Claude hobbled around, leaning on an elegant cane to support his weight.

Jean and Luke and had told the pair about their passport, their new identities. Claude was a priest, visiting for his sabbatical, and Christine was his assistant.

How ironic.

They said their goodbyes, Jean and Luke explaining that they were staying somewhere in Italy.

"We'll get in touch with you soon," Jean said, hugging Christine.

"We've got someone on the inside of Stephan's ranks, so we'll know his whereabouts and whatnot," Luke explained.

Frollo watched as Christine hugged her friends and said their farewells.

The pair was led to a customs desk, where they presented their passports and entered the country without a hitch. Claude tried to keep his cool as they walked through the streets of Paris.

Christine explained that they had gotten a place to stay close to the church, so he could visit it anytime.

The minister didn't know how he felt about that development.

They made their way to the safe house, barely speaking a word to each other as they walked.

Claude tried to keep his apprehension at bay, but seeing the streets of his beloved had brought back memories. He wanted to run to the Palace of Justice, see if it was still standing. He wanted to climb those steps up to the bell tower. He wanted to see his city, his own city.

Christine pulled him out of his thoughts when she tugged his sleeve to direct them to a quaint looking house, close to the cathedral. Claude kept his gaze towards the church, only able to see the large towers from his line of sight.

Oh how I miss my own time, he thought.

He walked inside the house and dropped his bag in the living room, sighing heavily and sinking into a plush chair. He looked towards the girl, his fingers hiding his gaze as he looked at her. He knew what he had to do.

The belltower will do nicely.

/ Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. And sorry for the length on this one (it's so short I'm sorry). I finally got a computer! Also, I know almost nothing about France, so suspend all disbelief when it comes to locations and building placement. And Christine's operation will be explained in due time.I'm loving the reviews btw. Thank you for reading!