So, here is the next chapter. I apologize for shortness, but I always enjoy reviews and comments. Please, let me love you!

Elizabeth looked up from her careful scrubbing of the floor. Hope rushed past her, a curious look on her face, but that was not what caught her attention. The sudden swirls in the dust around her, as if someone were moving, someone in a long cape or dress. There was a flash of white in the corner, and then all was still.

'Odd. It's almost as if this place was haunted…' She said quietly to herself, and then went back to her work.

The event slipped her mind completely, and she would have forgotten about it altogether had Josef not said anything later that night.

They had all finished their varying tasks for the night and had settled into the lounge where the smells from the small propane stove were overpowering, and small talk had begun. Hope had made the radio call to her mother, and the power would be on soon, and Alex was busy regaling Remy and Jack with tales of his family, which was famous for its extravagant characters and famous actors and singers.

'I kid you not, my many times great aunt Carlotta, an Italian diva living in France hundreds of years ago, lost her position because she croaked on stage! Like a frog! In the middle of a song! Just… Lalala CROAK!' He hooted with laughter and slapped his knee, while the other two pretended to be interested.

Paul attended the food, with Marguerite's help, and Josef lounged on a tired old couch. Elizabeth motioned for him to make room, and curled up next to him.

'How goes it in the storage rooms, Josef?' She asked politely.

'Not well. I swear, this place must be haunted. I felt like someone was watching me the entire time I was fooling about with costumes and such. And then the flash of… something like a white face… when I found the storage room where they kept the music.'

The earlier event pushed to the front of Elizabeth's mind then, but she merely smiled and said nothing.

A white face and suddenly moving air could mean anything. Anything! And so she kept her peace.

Quietly, Hope set the radio down, and slid over to the lamp that lit the room. She turned it down, ignoring the complaints of her companions, until it was totally black in the lounge.

A warm hiss ran through the room, and then, BAM! Electricity! The lights in the room, and indeed most rooms in the theatre, turned on. Hope grinned, grabbed a bottle of champagne that she had kept hidden in her bag, and popped it open.

'To our first milestone. Electricity!' Everyone cheered, and tin mugs were filled with the now rare bubbly treat. It was passed around with their pitiful dinner, freeze dried beef and something that looked like vegetables.

'I think a garden would be a good idea,' remarked Marguerite as she eyed the would-be carrots on her plate. With a sigh, she stuffed them in her mouth and downed them with bubbly.