The tinkling of a bell sounded, followed by the tapping sound of a cane, as the young earl entered the Undertaker's shop. He swerved round coffins as he went, his butler closely behind him. He started a little when his eyes roamed the room and came to a stop on a human-like silhouette that stood out in the almost darkness.

This silhouette was, in fact, the human doll who was still propped up in the same spot they had last seen her just weeks before. Had she been there the whole time? Didn't the Undertaker ever think of moving her somewhere else? Not that they were complaining, really. They needed something beautiful to look at; it was gloomy just looking at all the coffins and specimens that lined the walls. Compared to that, the doll was like a breath of fresh air.

A single candle somehow came to life, illuminating the features of the doll and Ciel inched closer to her for a better look. She really looked as though she would start moving any second. So, lifelike. Little did the earl and butler know she could indeed move, even if it was only the basic movements.

Sure, Undertaker had altered her memories, or you could say he had added to them, so she could at least walk and talk. But her limbs had been stiff for so long, stuck in that doll-like state, that just walking more than a few steps tired her out. Plus, she felt more comfortable just sitting in the usual spot, watching Undertaker work.

Truly, she was grateful to him. For years she could not move, just waiting in that old abandoned factory for someone to come to save her from the turmoil she felt.

Also, she felt gratitude for the earl and butler, for they had rescued her and unknowingly introduced her to the Undertaker. If she could ever find the strength to talk a full sentence, she would be sure to thank them.

The earl reached out a gloved hand and felt her cheek. It was so astonishing how soft and humanlike her skin was. There was no doubt that this doll had once been human. He drew his face closer to hers. When he felt a slight breeze, as a hand landed on the shoulder of the doll.

Ciel straightened up to see Undertaker, with an almost sinister smile directed at him; he felt somewhat of a chill.

The Undertaker inched forward, so his arm was now resting on her shoulders. "What brings you here?" He still smiled that sinister smile.

He then strolled towards his desk and sat in the chair, clasping his hands in front of him. His smile had returned to its usual one of glee.

Ciel cleared his throat and answered, "we came here today, to ask you if you've heard anything about the illegal experiments that doctors have been performing?"

Undertaker thought about it and stole a glance at Amalie. Of course, he was the only one who knew her name. "In this line of work, you hear about many things. So it might be possible that I've heard some things about it."

"The experiments sound awfully similar to another case that has also cropped up. One that relates to the lovely doll there." Ciel looked inquiringly at her. "Last time you said you would investigate how she came to be in this state, and the primary purpose of this visit is to ask what you had found out."

Undertaker shifted in his site and stood up. He waved his sleeves about as he walked and explained most of what he had found in his investigations. He left out some of the crucial points, though. It was more fun for them to find out for themselves. Not that he would let them touch Amalie in the first place.

As he finished explaining, he sat beside Amalie and played with her hair, noticing the blush on her fair cheeks as he did so. He smiled internally to himself. Her blushing face, her smiling face and knowing how soft and melodic her voice was, was all his.

He purposely didn't inform the earl and his butler that Amalie could now move. For the moment he wanted her all to himself, and it all worked into his plans perfectly.

Ciel, who was seemingly satisfied with the information he had obtained, bid Undertaker farewell. Not before stealing one more glimpse of the charming doll. Then he motioned to Sebastian to accompany him outside.


Undertaker stood up and stretched before pulling Amalie to her feet. Then he picked her up bridal style, partly to save her strength and partly because he enjoyed being so close to her.

He strolled over to the coat rack and set her on her feet. He took a sleek black coat off the rack and helped Amalie put it on and then put on his own. Not forgetting his top hat.

Then he pecked her on the nose. "Come on, little dolly, we have work to do." He took her hand and exited the shop.

In the dwindling light, a newspaper could be seen on the desk, and you could just make out a picture of the newly built ship, 'Campania.'