Sorry that this is so short guys, but I couldnt think of much to put in this chapter. Thanks for all the reviews... oh and whoever asked me where Chrissy went, she'll be back in the next chapter.A lot of fan fics seem to have her in them... constantly... so I wanted to sort of break that away and it not be so Chrissy based. My friends and I are the main characters. Oh and as for why my chapters are so short: I tend to compact things, alot, since I write essays in school like constantly, so sorry about that, but if you wrote essays constantly, you would be compacting stuff too! Okay, read now. Please.

A few days later, Nicole was able to stay awake and hold a decent conversation. Her face had color in it again, and her dark brown eyes were as curious and observant as ever.

Today, she was sitting up in her bed, taking the old clock that had been sitting on her nightstand apart. Her delicate fingers shifted through the pieces as she slowly unscrewed and plucked at the insides with her fingernails. She placed the unattached pieces neatly in separate places on her nightstand, labeling each one on a piece of paper as she went.

She froze and her head snapped up to the person who was coming through her door. It was only Raoul. He wouldn't care that she was ripping apart a clock, would he?

He smiled as he saw her up and awake, "Good morning, Mademoiselle Nicole. I see you've found something to destruct to cure your boredom." His head nodded to the pieces of clock on the stand as he pulled a rickety old chair from the corner of the room to sit in.

"Not destruct… just take apart and look at… I'm curious. Why do you have to wind these things, and how does the pendulum keep going?" She asked, taking another cog from the body of the clock. "In my time, we have these clocks, but only if you're rich. I have an annoying electric one that sounds like it needs a laxative."

"That's a good question about the why's and how's, but I would personally love to see this electric clock that you have, even if it does sound horrible."

Yet another screw came out and she scribbled on the piece of paper again. "I doubt you will ever get the chance, Raoul. I don't think we have a way to get back, so unless you live until," she paused for a moment as she thought of the year, "nineteen eighty seven, then you wont get to see one of these clocks of mine. Sorry." She said it with humor. What? You didn't think she was that much of a smart ass did you?

"Oh, and whenever you met us, you said that we had been in a 'movie' in your time. I feel like a clod asking, but what is a 'movie?'"

This caused Nicole to burst out into laughter. She had to remember though, that this was 1870 and movies weren't yet invented. After a moment or two she reclaimed her composure and responded, "It's um… it's like a moving picture. Actually, it's just several pictures taken one right after another, and then put together really quickly onto a huge screen so it just looks like its moving… that's all."

"Really? That simple?"

"Well no, far more complicated than that. That's just the basics that I know. Surely you will be able to live to see at least one of the earlier ones… perhaps one of those that tried to make people happy during the Great Depression."

"The Great Depression?"

"Eh, nothing. You'll get to know of it sooner or later. I don't want to spoil the future for you. Anyway," she sighed, pulling out a wheel of the clock, "How are you Monsieur de Chagny?"

"I'm great now that I know that you are well again," he said it with confidence while Nicole blushed intensely. Some one other than Danielle or Elsa was concerned about her condition. She wasn't used to the concern, at least not from a guy that just happened to be her alter-ego. "I'm sorry if I'm being awfully forward… it's just that…" He stopped mid-sentence, shaking his head, a little of the soft honey colored hair that had been neatly combed back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck came out of place.

"It's just that what?" She was anxious to hear the last part, assuming it would be something about him liking her. Besides, no one ever got away with half finished sentences around her. Elsa knew that.

Making a quick recovery, he said, "Oh, I enjoy our fencing practices, and I miss them. I want to be well again soon, though with you losing so much weight, I think I shall be afraid to break you."

This made a disappointing look in Nicole's eyes, but she kept a smile on her face. Her eyes were a very dark brown and held so much expression. You would be surprised at how good she could do a puppy face, which seemed to always succeed… except around Elsa… darn her. "Yeah," She replied to that, laughing a little. She had expected a nice sweet little gesture, but it was her fighting that was once again marveled.

"But I enjoy your company as well, and being around you is great," he was fumbling over his words like a school boy now, "You're a very attractive person and all too, well, its not like I've been thinking about you in a desirable way, desirable as in perverted… I'm just going to not talk now." He sat there with his face in his hands, trying to hide the red caused by embarrassment.

Nicole was sitting there, grinning ear to ear at the Vicomte. One of her hands rose to rest on his shoulder, just as she always did to people to 'comfort' them. He slowly took his hands away from his face to look at her hand before looking to her.

There was a long moment of silence between them before Nicole looked away and started ripping the clock apart again, starting up a brand new conversation about society in Paris at the time. Really, she was interested, and also she wanted to get away from the awkward silence that made her ever so paranoid.

There you have it. Next chapter had Christine in it. Gaw you Chrissy lovers! Anyway, yes... review?