He couldn't do this. He had to leave. Christian reluctantly followed Ava. That dress. As she really wearing Satine-beautiful Satine's- dress? He tried to protest and leave but she wouldn't have it. Christian then saw where they were heading. The elephant. Satine's elephant. Where he and Satine had first fallen in love. The Moulin Rouge may have moved on from Satine, but Christian had not. He still loved Satine, even if she was gone.

Ava entered the elephant. She took Christian's things and threw them on the bed.

"Would you like a little champagne?"

"No thank you." Christian said quietly.

Ava put down the champagne.

"Why don't you come over here?" Ava said, inviting him to the bed.

"I prefer to stand." He said.

"Oh." Ava started to stand.

"You don't have to stand, it's just-" Christian walked to the door, avoiding Ava's gaze.

"I have to go. This was-" Christian stared at Ava, his eyes filling with tears.

Christian headed out the door.

"No! Wait!" Ava stood and took Christian's arm. She didn't understand. Wasn't he a customer?

"I thought you wanted to have a good time."

Ava led him to the bed, sitting next to him.

"I'm not a- it's not that-" Christian moved over, not facing her. Christian burst out crying.

"I'm so sorry. I'm not like this. It's just you-me-here-Satine." Christian cried again. Ava was dumbfounded. She didn't know who Satine was. Maybe he had lost someone dear to him. Ava tried to comfort him. Suddenly, being there, it didn't seem like another night entertaining men for money, but something real. And in that moment, Ava fell in love.

Christian returned to his garret. He said good night to Toulouse and sat next to his typewriter. He couldn't believe he had broken down like that, but everything was flooding back to him. The dress, the elephant…

Despite his sadness, Christian decided he would do the play in honor and memory of Satine. He may have been living again, but he was living for her.

Christian went to his typewriter and began to type.

Ava sat at her mirror and got ready for the Count Peters. It was very important for her to indulge in him in any way because he was going to invest in their new play. He was also going to be her patron.

But all Ava could think about was him. Sweet Christian. Through the heart-shaped glass of the elephant she could faintly see his window, lit by a small candle.

Who was that woman he spoke of? Satine, yes. She had never heard of her before. Ava decided that she would buy Christian's book right away.

Faintly outside she could hear Count Peters and Harold talking. Harold opened the door, and they said their greetings. Harold left. Ava took the Count's top hat and threw them on the bed. Ava sat on the bed. As she lay on the bed, she studied the Count.

He was, in fact, not good-looking at all. Ava sighed unhappily. That frumpy little mustache and squeaky voice…oh well. She had a job to do.

"After your magnificent performance, you must surely be in need of a refreshment."

Ava smiled and the Count got two glasses of champagne. Ava invited him over to the bed. They clinked glasses, and took a sip. Ava then kissed the Count. But as she was kissing him, all she could think about was Christian.

Had it been any other night, Ava would've continued, but something- love?- made her stop.

"You're right we must wait." Ava said.

The Count got up, perplexed.

"What? I just got here."

"There's a power in you that scares me. We must wait until opening night."

Ava stood and handed him his things. She rushed him out the door. He tried to protest, but Ava wouldn't have it. He left and she shut the door.

Ava turned and sighed. She was only certain of one thing- she was in love- for the very first time.