"Oh dear God!" She cried out. "Welcome to my home, please do be seated, Would you like some water?" He offered. "Brandy would be better, or Vodka." She replied. She was glancing around his living room in stunned disbelief. Erik chuckled, he had a guest! He went into the kitchen and prepared sandwiches with the last bits of meat and bread, and sighed when he saw he was out of milk. He still had to go shopping but this little detour had sidetracked him. He came back into the living room only to find Elisabeth in the exact same spot he'd left her. "Did you not here me? You are a guest, sit down!" He patted the couch across from the armchair, and she obeyed him. She looked at him and suddenly barraged him with a series of questions. "Who are you, what is this place, what kind of person are you? What are you going to do with me?"

Erik held up his hand, "Please, I have a lot to explain, but so do you. Tell me why you are here." Elisabeth grew silent. "I was trying to hide, you see, I have no where to go." He looked at her. "No family, no friends, not even a distant relative?" "My family is gone, my parents, my brother and my cousin are all dead. My friends have all fled to America or Italy or England. And no, I have no other relations to turn to." She began to cry again, and Erik handed her his handkerchief. Suddenly there was a hissing noise, and a loud cacophony of sound. Ayesha had jumped onto his organ! Erik ran to fetch her while Elisabeth screamed and began to bang on the walls. "Get me out of here!" Erik yelled at her, "Is that any way to treat your host?" He sat back in the chair petting his cat. Elisabeth turned to glare at him, "What do you want from me?" She seethed. "I only wanted to help you, you were hurt and afraid, it is a weakness I have." He sighed. "You can leave any time you want, the door opens by pressing down that lever hidden in the third lowest brick." To his surprise Elisabeth came to sit down on the couch.

She continued to glare at him as she reached for a sandwich. He watched her with detached amusement. She had quite a temper, much like his. She was actually very pretty in her torn, dingy dress and disheveled blonde hair. She was slightly shorter than him and dreadfully thin. He liked her nose; it was cute and upturned. He wished he had a nose like that. She ate all four of his sandwiches and drank every ounce of Brandy. He chuckled. "Thanks for sharing." She blushed. "I'm so sorry, I just, haven't eaten in a while." He leaned forward. "I can do without, but not all the time. I was actually on my way to the shops before they closed. I'm afraid there is no food left here and we may have no breakfast." She looked at him. "What makes you think I'll be here for breakfast?" "Nothing, like I said, you are free to leave, however, there is a bathroom if you'd like to freshen up, and a comfortable bed if your sleepy. I dare say I don't have any feminine clothing, I shall have to fetch some ready-made items for you."

She looked at the rug, then up at him. "Your hospitality is appreciated Monsieur." She stood up. "I shall not be a burden however." He laughed. "A burden, how ever so? It's been years since I enjoyed any companionship at all."