A/N-Only have to say thins: Enjoy!

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I paused for a moment, thinking. 'Am I in Heaven? Wasn't I supposed to see God first?' Meg and Christine must have noticed I stopped, and they saw the apparent look of dread and terror on my face, for they closed in around me, and asked very concerned, "Are you alright, Fleur?"

It would have been the perfect time to say 'No, I have to tell you something…' but I didn't want to frighten them, so I smiled and said "yes, I'm fine. Let's just hurry and get to the café. I'm starving." They didn't look convinced, but they didn't ask any questions, and we entered the café and they seemed to have forgotten. But I didn't.

First I felt as if someone was watching me, and then I realize I might be dead! Oh god… poor Mom and Dad… and Claire… and everyone else! And The Tennis meet is on Saturday if the time is the same…

I had been sitting in silence for a while, but Christine and Meg chatted happily away, figuring I was looking at the menu. I could understand their assuming, since I was staring blankly at the menu.

"And what would you like Mlle?" asked the waiter man, pulling the plug o what I was thinking. I hastily looked down at the menu. I had only recently discovered that as well as speaking in French, I could also read it.

"Water please monsieur." I said, not wanting to spend much of Meg and Christine's money, seeing as I had none of my own.

"Oh Fleur, we are here to celebrate! Not to be sensible. And besides, after Hannibal we are to be paid and you can take us out for a treat." She said, smiling. "She'll have and ice cream monsieur." She said to the waiter.

I smiled back at her, and we all began talking about the upcoming Hannibal, and I longed to say to Christine that Raoul would be there, but it would be difficult to explain how I knew.

Preasently our orders came and it appeared that we had all gotten ice creams. My mind stared to wander back to the feeling of dread, for all the while I could feel eyes on me, but I shoved them aside, remembering I was in a restaurant, where a lot of people look at other people.

But even as I gossiped with the girls, I couldn't shake that feeling.

I looked down as my bowl of Ice Cream, only to find a puddle of vanilla in the bowl. When I commented on this to Meg and Christine they looked down and laughed, we had talked so much we hardly touched our cream.

I dipped my spoon down, and sipped it carefully. "It's a soup now I suppose." Christine said, and we all giggled, and sipped our ice cream like it was a real soup.

Meg looked at the bog clock on the wall and gasped. "We shall have to hurry home! We need to wake early for practice tomorrow!" we gathered our things and paid the Madre de at the front and left.

The streets were nearly empty, with only a few beggars in their alley ways, trying to stay warm in the cold night.

I shivered as I saw their eyes follow us, and wondered if there were any sick men among them. I pulled my cloak closer to my body, as if to create a barrier between my body and the night.

I looked to Meg and Christine, who appeared to be thinking the same things as me. We all had a sort of silent agreement to get back to the Opera house as quick as we could. But as we walked faster, I could hear footsteps.

I thought it was simply Meg and Christine, but the steps were much too heavy for their light patter. I wondered if they could hear it too, but they showed no emotion.

I tried to ignore it, hoping that it was just some drunken hobo walking around, but the sound was coming from right behind us.

I glanced behind us, hoping Christine and Meg wouldn't see me looking so wary, but they didn't notice. They only stared straight ahead, not speaking. But when I looked around, I didn't see a soul. I figured my imagination must have been working overtime in the darkness, but I was still frightened. I prayed it was simply just that, my imagination. But the big man upstairs must not have heard me, because I heard, very softy the same deadly tune from Hannibal:

"Hear, Katey, now and tremble!
Hark to our step on the ground!

Hear the steps -
For he comes!"

It was repeated, growing louder and louder and I dared not say anything to Christine or Meg, who appeared to be sleepwalking.

I hurried to catch up with them, for they were walking so fast it could have been considered a slow jog, but I paid no heed to their speed change, for I was glad to get to the opera house sooner.

I wanted to run, but was afraid to startle Meg and Christine, so I remained power walking with them, mentally singing "All I ask of you", trying to drown out the taunting Hannibal lyrics, but with no prevail.

I was breathing in gasps, and was trembling from head to toe. I was shaking so bad that I couldn't walk, I simply fell over and curled and uncurled in the fetal position. I didn't notice anything else, and the only thing I heard, felt, and saw were the lyrics.

The café seemed to be miles away, and the previous laughter seemed like it happened years ago. I was lost in the lyrics, and could feel my mental being deteriorate as my mind slowly ebbed into a state of unknowing and unfeeling.

'If I wasn't dead before, this must surely be it…' I gasped, not realizing I said it aloud.

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Is Katey going to die? Truly?

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