"I've always loved Phantom of the Opera," Edward's mother spoke in a highly polished tone.
"Indeed," his father replied.
After what seemed like hours, the thick, red, velvet curtains opened and the play began. A full ensemble began to play and the music made Edward's spirit soar.
Obviously, the twisting, wavering music had an effect on his beautiful parents. His mother's breath became laboured and his father put his hands to his face, his chest heaving.
"Oh, Gods!" Edward exclaimed.
No one heard him, as he was neither heard, nor visible to the eyes of the past.
"I'm going to murder that bastard of a magical cat!" Edward screamed.
Edward knew exactly what the cat had done: Edward was about to watch himself be conceived.
His parents stood up, their chests heaving. Edward closed his eyes as his parents sat on the floor of box five. He put his hands to his head and shook his head vigorously.
"NO, NO, NO!"
He tried to move, but his feet were plastered to the floor. His eyes flung open. The cat was forcing him to watch.
"Edward, you did say you wanted to know your parents," said the cat with obvious delight.
Edward's mother reached for his father, but he caught her hand and gave her a smouldering look.
"Not yet," he whispered.
Suddenly, both regained their composure and returned to their seats, but the air was thick with unspoken desire.
Edward felt himself relax and started to enjoy the dogness of the play, but still, he sensed that the best part of the show was still to come.