14

Sitting leaning her head in her hands Fleurette eyed up the streets beyond the grubby windows. The amount of people who were rushing around still amazed her. Half the time she pondered where they were going in such a rush.

It had been about a month and a half since arriving here. A month and a half spent hiding away in an abandoned building, performing in parks just to get some money. The novelty of it all was starting to wear off. Sighing heavily Fleurette watched the rain drops trail down the window pane.

Even when it was raining the people of the city were still rushing around. Most people tend to slow down in the horrid wet weather, these people must have one destination they all needed to get to in such a rush.

"I can't find them." Erik stated while appearing soon by her side and sitting beside her on the window seat. Fleurette looked at him sidewards, Madame Giry and Meg had disappeared, neither of them knew where they'd gone to.

Erik had suggested they go searching the building to see if they'd really gone out. Needless to say the rainy weather was effecting Fleurette and she seemed to have no intention whatsoever of moving.

Although she looked utterly bored, she also seemed rather content to sit and watch the rain and the rushing people.

Leaning her forehead against the pane of glass Fleurette shut her eyes. "I'm bored."

"You know what? I could never tell." Erik said sarcastically, Fleurette narrowed her eyes in his direction. "Don't look at me like that. You're bored, go do something." With that said Erik stood up and walked over to the desk.

Sitting down and picking up a odd piece of paper which Fleurette had ripped out of her writing book, Erik took to writing.

Fleurette had offered to buy him a book, but he declined that and said he'd make do with the loose pieces of paper.

Heaving another sigh earned her a short half thought out glare from Erik. "You are acting like a child." By now Fleurette had laid down on the rather dusty window seat and was looking at him. "Fidgeting around is not going to kill your boredom." Fleurette idly waved a hand at him, whatever she meant to achieve by this action didn't exactly come across.

Turning back to the paper in front of him Erik took to writing again. He stopped for a second time when Fleurette appeared by his side and was reading what was on the paper.

Of course, there logically wasn't anything to do in an abandoned building. The only other person here was himself. So of course Fleurette would take to maybe bothering him in a ditch effort to kill her boredom.

Why this logic only just dawned on him now, Erik didn't know. But he was a little annoyed with himself for only just noticing.

Fleurette was about to say something when there were voices from below. Erik stood up and stood in front of her.

Those voices were not of Madame Giry or of Meg. These voices were male and both were getting closer to them.

"Someone's broke in."

"Technically we broke in first." Erik whispered, it was the truth considering himself, Fleurette and the mother and daughter pair had broke into the building in a effort to find somewhere to live. His words didn't exactly fill Fleurette with confidence.

Looking over his shoulder at her he looked back towards the door and the darkened corridor beyond it. Erik took a step forward only to have Fleurette yank him back. "You can't go out there." She whispered seriously.

"What's your suggestion?"

"We hide. We can't have a confrontation Erik. If we do and they manage to get out of here they'll tell someone about us being here. That'll lead to trouble," Fleurette said all the while her eyes went from looking at him worriedly and then to the corridor.

By now the mystery males were on the second level, one more level and they'd be able to easily find where they were hiding.

"Then we'll just make it so they can't get out."

"Erik that's mighty sinister of you. I much prefer my idea."

"Apart from what if they're still here when Giry and Meg return? That'll lead to a confrontation, one which you seem so evident in avoiding." He answered back simply, Fleurette crossed her arms and looked up at him.

"I'm going to go hide." She muttered and pottered off and crept along the corridor towards a retractable ladder. Pulling it down she stepped back and climbed up quickly. Pulling the ladder back up she sat in the small attic space above the building. Looking at the rafters she sighed, pigeons and rats called this space home, now she was invading their space much like the mystery people were doing to her and the others.