A/N: Back to the beginning a bit with this one.
Spark
I paused for a moment at Christine's door before knocking and entering. "Christine Daaé, where is your red scarf?" I chided her playfully, but her reaction was one of polite stiffness and for a moment I feared that she would not remember me, after all. Hoping to spark her memory I went on to describe that day at the beach, and to my delight she finished the story and leapt up from her seat at the vanity to greet me. Her eyes sparkled as she threw her arms around me, and suddenly I felt as though I were fourteen again.