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Angie was arranging my hair for the opera, babbling about the about the jasmine Sawyer had gotten her in Cairo. It had been nearly a week and she was still gushing about it. I listened patiently knowing what this meant to her.

"He just handed it to me, just like that. He didn't say a word, I think he was scared." Angie pushed the final comb into my hair. "It was just too cute!"

A knock came at the door, I stood and walked over to the door. "It's Sawyer," I announced.

"Don't let him in," Angie protested. "I'm still mad at him for thinking we need an escort!"

I sighed at her sudden change in attitude and opened the door for Sawyer and Skinner. "I know what you two are thinking," I said calmly. "And I can assure you that our lives will be in no immediate danger."

"I'd still feel better if someone came along," argued Sawyer. "Ghosts don't exist, so whatever is in that Opera House is very real and could kill you."

"Ophira and I can handle anything thrown our way," boasted Angie at the same time she was trying to sound angry.

I walked over to my dresser and picked up my gloves and dark glasses. I knew it frightened most people to see only whiteness looking at them and whenever I went into public I often wore them. "Angie what time is it?"

"Six," she answered after a moment. "I guess we better leave huh?"

I nodded and held the door open for everyone. Angie left followed by Sawyer who was still talking to her about needing an escort. As Skinner passed he whispered to me, "You look fantastic."

Angie, I told myself sternly, and pretended not to have heard.

"I still can't believe they think we need escorts," Angie fumed. "Uncle would never send us someplace dangerous."

I put a restraining hand on her arm. "Angie, the opera is about to begin and you're making the ground shake. Enjoy the music and don't think about them."

I sank back into the cushy velvet of the seat and let the music of Hannibal wash over me. There was something about music that connected the Holmes family. We listened to music played music and our father had even once tried to compose. The music cleared my head and made everything sharper in my mind. I was enjoying myself so much that when a squawk came from the stage I nearly feel out of my seat.

"Someone ought to finde that birds and put it out of it's mysery," I remarked to Angie.

"It's not a bird it's a woman," Angie giggled. "What color is she 'Phiri, I'll bet it's awful!"

I listened for a moment and let my ears lead me too her. "The most putrid shade of pink I've ever encounterd."

A soft chuckle seemed to issue from the walls of the box it's self. Angie and I looked around and smiled at each other. It seemed that the opera ghost was there waiting for us.

Two hours after the performance Angie and I had not moved from the box. We had waited as the audience had dwindled and as the performers had returned to their lives. I nodded to Angie, it was time.

She moved to the edge of the box. "My name is Angie Holmes," she said loudly.

I stood next to her. "My name is Ophira Holmes," I announced.

We leaned forward waiting expectantly. Nothing not even an eco of a whisper, the silence was complete. We waited for nearly ten minutes before Angie let out an oath. I was concerned more than anything else. In all my life I could only think of one or two times that our uncle had failed in his analysis of a person's character, he was never wrong unless…

I dashed toward the door of the box tripping over chairs and threw open the door. Sawyer and Skinner were standing on the other side of the hallway, waiting for us.

Angie and I stared at them for a moment to shocked to say anything. Then Angie exploded. The shaking ground and gusts of wind seemed in tune with her shouts. I took a less direct approach with my emotions. I turned away pulled my emotions inside and stifled them. I stormed away from the group toward the grand foyer of the opera, I had forgotten about the staircase.

I lost my footing and fell to the ground. A spasm of pain shot through my left ankle, within moments my friends had surrounded me. They helped me up and I tested my foot. "I don't think I can walk on it."

Angie supported me as we walked toward the door as we exited I turned to look over my shoulder. I was certain that I had heard a door open, but the room was as empty as before. I pushed the thought away, I was imagining things.

It had been an uncomfortable cab ride back to the Parisian docks. Total silence can be, at times worse than hundreds of angry voices yelling.

Jekyll was looking at my foot. "A simple sprain," he announced as he bound it. "Just be careful how you walk on it the next few days."

"Thank you doctor," I said calmly.

"You really mustn't be so mad at them," he observed.

"I'm not mad at anyone."

"You're furious, they were only concerned about you. One might even go so far as to call it chivalry."

"Or pig-headedness."

"That remains to be seen," he laughed. "I'm sorry you didn't get a chance to mail your letter."

"My letter?"

"Isn't that yours?" he asked gesturing to my pocket. I reached down and fond a heavy parchment envelope sealed with a wax skull.

I pushed it into his hands, "Read it!"

Mademoiselles Angie and Ophira Holmes-

My deepest apologies for not answering you earlier this evening; however I believed that the two men outside of my box were working for the person you were sent here to learn about. I knew your uncle would never forgive me if either of you were grievously injured in my opera house, so I kept my silence. If the two of you would be so kind as too return tomorrow evening for a production of Il Muto I will be there. Again, my sincerest apologies.

-O.G.

I was overjoyed, another chance tomorrow night. I had been convinced that all hope was lost when our endeavor tonight had failed.

Jekyll smiled, "It seems the Opera Ghost does exist. Nemo owes me a franc."

AN: I posted! snoopy dance look at all my pretty words! notices the leauge looking at her funny Ok Angie says she is going to post as soon as possible! Ophira dolls for all reviewers!
StriderX: I'm not just a protective sister, I'm an overly protective sister. Tractors are fun, except for the part where I run them into trees. Oh and Angie was quite thrilled with the idea of her doll being married to the Tom doll!
Caiden McBrien: tosses the next plushie to you mini Nautiles that is SO COOL!I would love one, that wayI can plot scenes alot better!
Samyo: Christina Richi before she did Cursed
hornofgondor2: lol coughi thew my Angie doll against the wall too chough thanks!
Angie: I'm sorry about the review, I think everyhing you've written so far is fantastic! Of course no one wants to throw you against the wall, dont be silly!