*+MoJo+* New chapter! No reviews :( I need some ideas really badly. I do not know where to go from here.

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Satine packed some of her things in an oversized handbag, so that the servants would not suspect anything. As she left the house Natalia approached and asked Satine if she wanted an escort into town. Satine declined and asked for the carriage to be brought around the front. When Satine had climbed into the carriage and was on her way to the city, she counted her money one more time. She wanted to make sure she had enough to reach Paris, and to buy herself some clothes that did not stand out as much as her regal gowns did.

When she reached the town, she told the carriage to go home, and that she would walk back to the manor. Once the carriage was out of sight, she walked quickly to the train station, bought her ticket, and boarded. She sat in a seat by herself and contemplated what she should do when she got to Paris. She could not decide. She would let her instinct tell her where to go.

As she took her bag out of her lap, she happened to glance up, and noticed that the woman, dressed in rags, sitting adjacent to her was staring intently at Satine's diamond necklace, as if she had never so much as heard of anything that royal in her entire life. Satine gingerly slipped the necklace off of her neck and held it out towards the woman.

"Oh no miss, I couldn't possibly accept this." Satine placed it in the woman's lap.

"Take it, I won't need it anymore. I never needed it."

The woman looked up with tears in her eyes, "I can never repay you for this. I had to sell everything that I owned to pay for my ticket to get on this train. I am going to Paris to find work. I've traveled to almost every other major city in Europe, each time having to sell the little that I do have just to purchase the ticket, and I haven't been able to find a steady job that pays worth a damn...oh 'scuse me madam. I didn't mean to use such language in front of a woman such as yourself."

Satine laughed out loud, "Would you believe me if I told you that I used to live in Paris and I worked as a courtesan in the Moulin Rouge. I have probably heard and seen far worse things than the word damn, madam. I am planning on going back to the Moulin and visiting some of my old friends from those days."

The woman let out a small gasp and once again dropped her head. "Miss, have you not heard," the woman said timidly, as if speaking to someone ready to strike her, "That building has been closed for nearly a year now. Word around is that after their top performer, Satine something, died, and that the club could no longer bring in the amount of money they could before, so everything had to be closed. Their financier also left without so much as a 'good riddance'. I've even heard the place has fallen into such horrible disrepair that not even the mice make their homes inside the Moulin Rouge."

Satine stared at the teardrops floating on the lap of her skirt. "Excuse me," Satine said, rising and exiting the seat. As she made her way towards the washroom she kept her head down, so as to prevent anyone from seeing her tear stained eyes.

Once Satine was inside the room, she locked the door, sat down, and sobbed. Her beloved Moulin Rouge. Her true home was...gone. As she let out a very loud sob, she began to feel ill.

Her chest began to heave, and her breath became shorter. She could feel the air escaping her lungs, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Satine collapsed on the floor.

When Satine awoke, she was in one of the train's sleeper cars. She slowly sat up and tried to let her head clear, but all that she could think about was the Moulin Rouge being closed and it was all her fault!

She felt the train slow and the come to a halt. A voice yelled from the front of the train, "All passengers for the Paris stop. Paris." How long had she slept, she wondered?

She quickly gathered her bag, lying at her feet, and made her way towards the train exit. As she stepped off, she barely recognized the city that she had lived in for more than eighteen years of her life. The city had fallen into disrepair and beggars had taken to begging for money at the train station.

Once Satine exited the train station and made her way to Montmartre, she looked around and realized that, while the city, Paris had changed, Montmartre was still the same city it had been when she was a young girl.

As she made her way towards the Moulin Rouge, a sign lining the skyline caught her eye. "Lamour." She had become familiar with sign that hung in front of Christian's garret.

Christian. Satine's mind began to skip to the moments that Satine had spent nestled in Christian's arms, or the times she had spent lying next to him, listening to the rhythm of his breath.

Before she realized it, she was at his front door. As she subconsciously began to knock, her mind was screaming at her for doing so. As she stood at the door waiting for Christian to answer, she puzzled over what to say to him. Her mind began to come up with things to say to express her regret for what she had done to him.

Her mind cleared when the door opened and Christian met Satine's eyes for the first time in two years.

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Oooo! Cliffhanger! Let me know what you think of this chapter, and what you think I should do with the story. Thanks bunches!