Me: sorry peeps! I've been travelling up North around Newcastle at the moment, hence the slight delay between updating chappies:)
Erik: Ugh! the weather really 'sucks' up here.
Me:(giggles)
Erik: what's your problem?
Me: sorry, it's just...haha...it's just so funny to hear you use slang.
Erik: how come? is it because I come from the 19th century?
Me: yup, you hit the nail right on the head!
Erik: what nail? (looks around confused)
Me: (shakes head) ugh, never mind
Erik: (scowls)
Me: jeese! you've been in a bad mood all day!
Erik: I thought I always was, according to you. anyway, it wasn't my decision to come along with you
Me: maybe the weather does affect one's mood
Erik: well, it seems to have no influence on you whatsoever!
Me: it's called optimism! you know, you should try it some time...might get you somewhere-
Erik: -where has optimism got us anywhere today! you got us trapped on this flipping island thinking a boat would come in the middle of the night to collect us!
Me: (blushes)

The girl felt something small and furry rush past her frantically. A mouse she thought...probably frightened to death at her rather unexpected arrival...or more like at her sudden entrance. It was cold and damp and then after a few seconds the girl began realise all of what had just transpired and that she must indeed be under the stage...and that supposedly she now sat on what was once the trap door that had come down with her...or rather, she came down with it.

How was she going to get back up? She looked around trying to take in her surroundings but could see nothing but darkness except from the faint light that shone down the small hole above her, which only illuminated herself in a pale, white light compared with the blackness around her. As her eyes began to adjust she saw that there was a wall behind and in front of her. She was indeed in a very narrow corridor...how long it went on for and where lay a mystery unless she were to explore. It seemed the only option. The fall was not by much but she knew that it would be impossible to lift herself up considering her condition. She tried to stand but whenever she put any weight on her left ankle it hurt so much but she sensed it was only sprained, but very much so and would take her a long time to recover. the girl was also in no doubt that she would soon have a multiple amount of bruises along her legs.

Using the wall for support, she finally lifted herself up with much effort and gasped in pain. There had to be a way out...but the more she looked up and down the gloomy tunnel... the more she felt like willowing in despair. Both ways, left and right of her, were as dark, damp and cold as each other. Just then she thought she heard a light thudding of feet coming her way...and then a light could be seen in the distance, faint at first but then it became brighter, bigger and fiercer and every thud as they became louder...and then a tall shadow could now be seen holding the blazing torch. The flames flickered as the red and yellow lights danced across the walls, but the figure remained just a shadow against the torch's glow. The girl, who had already become distraught because of the injury and her unfamiliar surroundings became even more so when this stranger approached her. Her breathing became shallow and sped up considerably. She thought the Opera Populaire ought to be abandoned but seeing this figure made her freeze momentarily as she realised who this could be...who else would it be?