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All night the girl slept. She occasionally shivered, but her color was coming back. Not that she had much color as he could see. She was apparently naturally pale. Erik glanced at the leather case. He looked back at her. She would sleep all night. The powder he gave her would help her sleep. Erik went and picked it up. It was surprisingly heavy. He looked over at her. She carried this? He thought. She looked like she couldn't carry a cat! She was so darn petite.
Erik walked back to his chair. Placing it on his lap, he easily picked the lock. Opening it he let out a gasp of surprise.
In it were beautifully drawings, panting, and sketches. In one pocket, there were paints and brushes, kinds he never seen before. Erik started leafing though the papers. They were so realistic. There were drawings of people, of animals, planets, places, and just ones he could not understand. In each corner of the pictures was the letters: C.S.K. her name. Under the papers were sketches that made him shake. They were pictures of him! He at his organ, him rowing across the lake, but the one that made him really shake was the one that showed him mask less. It was drawn with care. A few details were off, but it looked just like him.
A small moan grabbed his attention. She was waking up. Erik put the papers away. When she was better, he'll ask her about them. Calming his self, Erik stood.