Sarah was interrupted once again by yet another knock on the door. Sighing loudly, she opened the door a crack.
"S'il vous plaît laissez, l'Opéra est fermé."
"Madame, c'est la police. Nous avons ici un fauteur de troubles qui auraient séjourné ici."
Gasping, Sarah opened the door the rest of the way to see three constables holding a boy by the scruff of his neck. "Bonjour Sarah, je suis de retour!"
"Richard! Åh Richard, jeg fortalte dig, at de ville finde dig!" Thanking the Constables, Sarah brought Richard inside, yelling at him in Danish.
Richard, like Sarah, had been apprenticed, she to the Costumes, he to the props. However, after Buquet's death, Richard had run, leaving Sarah behind.
_(Flashback)_
"Richard…" Sarah cried softly as mass hysteria errupted in the background. "Please don't go…"
Richard was all ready to go, his pack slung over his shoulder. He already had one leg out the window. "I have to go, Sarah. I can't stay here."
Sarah grabbed his arm, and he struggled to keep his balance. "Richard, please don't go! I'll be alone, you're the only other apprentice!"
Richard yanked his arm free. "I'm sorry, Sarah." Then, with one fluid motion, he kissed Sarah on the forehead. As she stumbled back, shocked, Richard departed into the night.
Author's Note: Here you are, guys. Chapter eleven, and a new character! What do you think? Do you guys like Richard? How will the Phantom react? Find out next time! TRANSLATIONS:
1 (French) Please leave, the opera is closed.
2 (French) Ma'am, it is the police. We have a troublemaker here who should have stayed here.
3 (French) Hello, Sarah! I'm back!
4 (Danish) Richard! Oh Richard, I told you not to leave! I told you they'd find you!