The days seemed to drag on. By the time Sunday had come around, Diana began to wonder if anyone had noticed that they hadn't been heard from. No one really knew that she had returned; most probably assumed that she still hadn't been found. Christian though was another story. Toulouse had probably tried to check on him by now, or not. Christian was known for shutting himself away from the world when he was really upset. Toulouse probably would have left him alone then, not wanting to deal with Christian's temper. She had hoped that they could leave before anyone truly took notice. All she could do now was wait.
Diana awoke before everyone else Monday morning. She had to make sure that everything was there before their departure. Gradually, Jack, Charlie and Vicki awoke and joined her.
"What about Shakespeare?" Jack asked as he drank his coffee.
"Shakespeare?" Diana asked. "Oh, you mean Christian. I'm letting him sleep. I don't want to have to wake him before it's necessary." Dian thought about what they were now referring to her husband by. 'If he hears that, I don't know what he'll do.' Diana thought to herself.
The morning went by slowly. Diana busied herself by making sure all the papers she needed were there; tickets, marriage certificate, citizenship papers, etc. She was so preoccupied that she never heard Christian get up. Christian walked, with a very pronounced limp, into the living area where his wife was. Diana looked up briefly and was very happy at what she saw.
"Christian!" she said as she went to embrace him.
"Take it easy. This is a lot harder than it looks." He said, wincing in her grasp.
"I'm sorry Darling." Diana said as she kissed him and returned to her pile of papers.
"What's all this?" Christian asked as he gingerly sat down.
"Everything needed when we get to New York."
"When do you want to leave, Amethyst?" Jack asked when he noticed Christian.
"Whenever the carriage is ready is fine with us."
'Then we can go now."
Diana looked to Christian as if to ask if he was ready. He nodded slightly to answer her.
"Now is a good of time as any." She said, sealing the documents back in their envelope.
As they walked out, Diana and Christian took one last look around. They weren't going too see Montmartre again for a long time. As they stepped into the carriage, they mentally shut the door and couldn't bear the pain of looking back.
Upon reaching the Paris train station, Jack decided to go along, at least until Calais, to help. Diana and Christian both knew that once they stepped on that train, a transformation would begin.
