That morning I woke to the sound of Claude's droning voice, "good morning madam. The young master has sent me to wake you up."

I squinted, the bright light of the sun plastering my face. It stung… The feeling of heaviness pushed on my eyelids. I painfully glanced over at Claude who was pouring tea into a beautifully decorated China cup. "Are you sure I should be getting this kind of treatment? I am no better than you or Hannah!"

Claude's amber eyes turned to me. They were ice cold, similar to the expression on his face. "My master has seemed to take a liking to you. To him, you are a companion more than a servant." He was nothing like Sebastian. As hard as Sebastian tried to push people away they were drawn to him naturally. Maybe that is why he paired so well with Ciel. I had been told that Ciel carried a group with him where ever he went, even though it was obvious he'd rather be alone. Claude was unmoved, emotionless, created to serve, not to entertain.

I looked back at Claude and grinned, "Thank you for all your service!"

He nodded and left quietly. After he had gone I quickly hopped out of bed. I gently gripped the dainty cup next to me and sipped silently. My mother had always told me I was created for royalty. Sometimes I would practice being wealthy… As if at some point in my life I would magically become an English aristocrat. I felt sad for a minute but quickly moved to my suitcase. I pulled one of the few petticoats I owned, out of my suitcase, and ran into the dressing room. It was dark, but I didn't mind. I had always been in the dark, it was like second nature. I pushed the night dress upward rolling as I got higher. I threw it on the floor then grabbed my undergarment dress. I quickly slipped it on and strolled out of the dressing room casually.

"Do you normally wear a corset?" Alois asked as he held up my only corset, the rest of my clothing scattered all over.

"What are you doing in here?" I yelled.

"I was bored," he said and shrugged. He dropped the corset and glanced at me. A perverted smile played on his lips "Are you going to wear that?"

I covered up, embarrassment filling me "I wasn't planning on wearing my undergarments." I picked up one the dresses off the floor "I was planning on wearing this!" He made a face and stuck out his tongue. On it was an unusual yellow design, "What is that on your tongue?"

His eyes widened and he pulled his tongue back in with a slurping noise. "I have an outfit you can wear! C'mon!"

"Don't change the sub-" He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door. His hand was soft but when I looked up at his wrist all I could see were scars. As we ran everything was flashes of wallpaper and paintings. All of a sudden he come to an unexpected stop, and of course I bumped, face first, into a grandfather clock.

Alois looked down at me. "Be careful, I don't know how to help you if you get injured." He sighed and rolled his eyes, "Honestly! You'd think you wouldn't go that fast," Alois smiled menacingly and went through the door.

"Hey! I wasn't going fast! You-"

"FOUND IT!" Alois interrupted. He ran out of the room and handed me the outfit. It was a pair of black shorts, a red vest, a white blouse, and a black velvet neck tie. "Now give me your best dress," Alois instructed.

"Why?"

"We look pretty similar in size."

"Are you going to wear my clothes?"

"I wonder if we could pull it off."

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?"

-After quite a trial with Alois-

I looked in the mirror "hmmm… I think I actually look good in this!"

Alois strolled out of the dressing room in a red dress. It had bows tied down the sides and lace on the edges. He saw me and smiled, "you look great! Very convincing… Except?" He pondered for a moment then lifted a dusty hat off the top of a tall wardrobe. "Put this on," he shook the dust off and handed it to me.

I wrapped my hair up and tightly put the hat on. I smiled and looked at my outfit, "Red is my favorite color, and how did you know?"

He smiled admiringly and got closer, "I just knew."

I fixed one of the bows on the dress, "You definitely can pull off being a girl, especially with the pigtails." I bounced one of the fake pigtails, "But please be careful with this dress, it was my mother's."

His eyes darkened "My mom is gone too. WHY WOULD OUR PARENTS JUST LEAVE US ALONE IN THE WORLD! " He screamed and threw a vase at the floor and collapsed "Aren't they supposed to love you and do what's best."

I heard a soft whimper but kept my distance. I wasn't good at consoling or being loving. "C'mon lets go out into London!"

He pulled himself back up and sniffled "What? Like this? I usually don't go out…"

"Maybe it is time you did!" I skipped out the door, "oh and if anyone asks I am John Smitt, amazing manly man!"