I know, this is terribly short, and I am soo sorry. I've had it written up since after I posted the last chapter, and then I got a really bad case of writer's block, and I put the draft away, thinking something would come to me later.. but no such luck. Have fun reading..this.. puny little excuse for an update. Forgive me!
Christine leaned against the seat in the carriage and sighed.
"Where to, Madame?" Herman asked her, not letting on that he was as perplexed about this as the Vicomte.
"The train station, please.." Christine answered softly. She closed her eyes as the carriage jerked forward.
Herald walked out of the house and stood by Raoul's side. "Where is she off to?" he asked, a hand on Raoul's shoulder. Raoul shook his head, then dropped his chin to his chest. "I don't know. She said something about a train station…" he replied quietly.
"The train station? I would have thought that she'd go straight to the opera house." Herald said, confused.
"Me too.." Raoul stomped his foot in frustration. "I can't believe this! What am I supposed to do now? I don't even know where she's going!" He ran his hand through his hair, messing it up (moohaha).
"You could follow her, find out where she's going, Raoul.." Herald suggested, a little baffled that his friend had not thought of this before.
"That's a good idea.. of course! Could you get someone to get me a change of clothes and a horse?" Raoul said, getting excited over the thought. Herald nodded and proceeded into the house to issue the orders. He hadn't a clue how this was going to turn out.
This isn't even a full page. I'm so ashamed of myself, I'm really sorry! For this, and for the not-so-frequent updates.. ((hides from reviewers))
Erik: It's okay,
dear.. ((puts arm around Sandra's shoulders))
Amanda: I'm
disappointed in you, Sandra..
Sandra: ((sniffle))
I'm so sorry! Use your review for this chapter as an opportunity to flame me, yell at me, do whatever..