A life without love Chapter 5: The plan begins Christian awoke with a start the next morning, he sat bolt upright in his bed breathing hard. Was it all a dream? No it couldn't be. He fell out of bed and scrambled across the floor to his typewriter - it was the most active he'd been for months and looked a piece of paper next to it, it read Wednesday 8pm Absinthe Bar. In his own handwriting, he'd written it there last night to prove to himself the next morning that it wasn't a dream. He sighed in relief. Then reality hit him..he had been given a chance to save his love, his Satine! For the first time in a year a tiny fragment of a smile flickered across his face and a tiny glimmer of the sparkle in his eye appeared. Then he realized he had no idea of time.he had no idea what day it was, what time it was or what. Moving quickly he hustled around his apartment pulling on new trousers and a new shirt and vest, throwing the old dirty ones into the corner somewhere, once he was dressed in his cleanest smartest clothes he quickly made some breakfast and scoffed it down. Still not knowing what day or time it was he ran across his garret and up the ladder into Toulouse's apartment. "Toulouse!" he called in excitement, this new feeling of hope inside him was so refreshing and new something he hadn't felt in a while. "Toulouse!" he called again, then a muffled sound of movement was heard and Toulouse appeared from his bathroom. "Yes Christian what's wrong?" Toulouse asked sleepily rubbing his eyes. "What day is it? What time is it? Why the hell don't I have a clock in my garret?" he said all at once, spinning around. "Er its Wednesday and its almost midday, Christian are you alright.you seem..well happy" Toulouse asked checking his pocket watch and giving Christian a worried glance.maybe he'd gone mad Toulouse thought. "Of course I am happy my dear friend" Christian began "Because today I get to save Satine from the Duke and we'll be able to fly away! Really fly away together!" he beamed. Before Toulouse could reply Christian was out the door calling his goodbyes leaving Toulouse bewildered and half asleep. Christian raced down the stairs of the building and out into the streets of Monemarte. He walked quickly looking for a barber, he had no intention of seeing Satine in his terrible state, his beard had grown long and scruffy and his hair needed cutting. He found a little place and described to the barber what he looked like before and came out looking just like he did when he met Satine - handsome with that twinkle in his eye. He wandered the streets for the rest of the day and well into the afternoon he ate a good meal - something he hadn't had for ages until finally 8 o clock came. So what do you think? Plz review as I love reviews and tell me if I should go on with this idea!