Kelsey's POV
Father tucked me into my bed and kissed me goodnight. I loved my father so much; even though that I just met him a few days ago by the name of Mr.Y. I looked out the window and gazed at the beautiful lights of father's theme park. The same star that I saw last night, was in the same place as before. I sighed as I snuggled beneath the sheets. I was slowly closing my eyes, when I heard a woman singing; it was my mother. She sang "Love Never Dies" to me; her voice was whimsical and breath taking. "Mother, goodnight" I whispered. "Goodnight my love. Sweet dreams." I slowly drifted off to sleep. I didn't' have a nightmare. I had a dream about mother,father and I. We were a small, happy, family.
Erik's POV
"Kelsey. Kelsey my little angel, wake up" I whispered to my sleeping daughter. My daughter groaned; a little one, and opened her blue eyes. She looked over at me and she smiled. God, she smiles a lot. She is a huge smiley face, that one. I picked her limp body up in my arms and carried her to the comfy chair. I sat down with Kelsey in my arms. She placed a cold hand on my cheek, "Good morning father."
"Good morning my little angel. Your hands are cold. Was the window open last night?" I asked. She nodded. I held my daughter's hands tightly; trying to keep her warm. I got up and placed her in the chair. "I will be right back ma cherie" I said as I went to Kelsey's room to go get her blanket. I wrapped the blanket around her frost bitten body and went to make a cup of hot cocoa for the poor girl. When I came back with the cup, she grinned as I placed into her hands. "Thank you father" Kelsey said. "Your welcome. Mother told me to give you a present from her. I will go get it. I will be right back ma cherie." I walked to Kelsey's bed and looked under; a small wooden box with a name tag that read: "To Kelsey, from Mom." I picked it up in my hands and carried it to the living room. Kelsey was setting down her cup of hot chocolate, when I walked into the room. She looked at me and beamed as I was walking towards her with the present from her mother. I set the small box down on her lap. She carefully opened the box to see a music note necklace. I had given Christine this necklace when I first met her at The Opera Populaire. Under the necklace there was a note:
Dearest Kelsey,
Your father gave this to me when we first met. I trust you take care of this special necklace and guard it with your life. This necklace was very special to me so please take care of it.
Love,
Mom