Sorelli stepped back, though the shock was not due to fear. Though it was obviously not as harsh or hideous as her father's, his brain wasn't showing for a start, but the hollowed cheek, irritated skin, swollen half lip, balding side with wiry, pale hairs confirmed they were half-siblings.

"You are my brother..."

Sorelli did not even have time to get over the shock because she heard her other father, calling her name.

"Father…" She breathed. "You won't believe what just happened-"

"You can tell me later, you have to meet your real father now, at his building."

"This is my brother!"

Raoul paused and looked at Jules. Like Sorelli, his eyes widened in shock more than horror. Jules simply smiled and waved.

"Hi."

"… Um, you come too?"

Jules put his mask back on and grabbed Sorelli's hand. Raoul took Sorelli's violin case and Sorelli still clasped the carpetbag tightly in her other hand.

"We're meeting Meg in the front, she'll have a carriage for us… And you."

"I hope it's the one with the glass horse!"

Raoul and Sorelli exchanged confused glances.

Jules noticed it and laughed. "You'll see."

As they exited the dark amusement park, they were the last to leave. As soon as they walked through the gates they shut behind them and locked loudly. In front of the park stood Meg, now in a warmer blue velvet dress lined with black fur. Jules immediately jumped up and hugged his mother, who then saw Sorelli and smiled.

"So you're Christine and his daughter…" She held out her hand to her. "It's alright, it happened before Erik and I were in a relationship. I feel no ill to you." Meg gently stroked the side of her face and even traced along her scarf. "My you look so much like her… I wish I could have seen her again…" Meg wiped away a few tears before regaining her composure.

Sorelli nodded. "Thank you… She talked a lot about you too. She missed you…"

Meg smiled warmly. "I'm glad it was mutual…"

"So it's really true mama, I have a big sister?" Jules chirped as he pulled on Meg's arm.

"Yes Jules." Meg laughed as she picked him up. "And she'll be staying with us soon."

His eyes and smile grew. "Really?"

"Really!"

Everything was halted when the sound of a steam motor rang out. Sorelli looked to the street and was shocked as a large dark carriage with golden gilding and maroon curtains was being pulled by a crystalline horse with steam being blown out of its' nostrils. It was being piloted by a dark skinned young man with pale, almost white, spots all over his face, dressed in a footman's outfit. He stopped the contraption before the family and hopped off before opening the door.

"Mistress Meg, Master Jules." His gaze turned to Raoul and Sorelli. "Vicomte, Vicomtess." He pinched the rim of his top hat and bowed.

Sorelli and Raoul bowed back. Meg sat Jules down in a smaller seat built to his size before sitting down beside him. Sorelli and Raoul followed and sat next to each other while sitting across. The carriage was lined with velvet and had fleur-de-lis crown molds all around and very gracious legroom. The young man took Raoul and Sorelli's luggage as well as Sorelli's violin case, to tie down on the top. He was about to take Sorelli's carpetbag before she stopped him.

"Sorry, there's something very fragile and valuable in here, I need to keep it close." She stated quietly.

The young man nodded before closing and securing the door and taking the helm once more.

"Thank you Stewart." Meg said.

"Of course Mistress." Stewart nodded.

Soon they began to trudge along the paved streets of New York, accompanied by various other automobiles who seemed to freely move aside for them. Sorelli peeked out the curtains and looked out at the city in wonder. What a place it was to her, so many cars unlike France, and many very tall buildings.

"So those are skyscrapers…" Sorelli murmured aloud.

"Mm-hm!" Jules perked suddenly. "And there are lots going to be built later on too!"

They continued to drive into the city, but not straying more than three streets away from the bay. Sorelli turned back to witness the sun setting as the lights on Coney began to dim down. Sighing softly, she clutched her carpetbag close to her chest again, then looked at her father with glossy eyes.

"She would want you to have it, not me…" Raoul spoke softly.

Sorelli nodded slowly in response. Jules gently tugged on her skirt and pointed out of his window.

"That's where we live!" Jules announced, pointing at a tall, black skyscraper with small rectangle windows and a bell shaped, gothic style "crown" at the top. "Me, mama, papa and all the Freaks too!"

Sorelli looked at him. "The Freaks?"

"Yup." Jules nodded. "While my papa doesn't pay them as much as he wish he could, he does house them without any rent."

"And boy is it a good trade-off!" Stewart added from the driver's seat.

Sorelli tilted her head at him, then looked to Meg. "Um… I'm guessing Coney isn't the only way he makes money?"

Meg laughed, shaking her head. "Oh no, definitely not. He also has a lot of patents in the automobile industry, the amusement park industry, the automata industry, he sells music, produces shows…" She looked up and strained her eyes. "Um… A fair few stocks."

Raoul rolled his eyes in envy. "A lot of things for just sixteen years…"

"Well, you see, after Erik managed to buy his first side show we did manage to make some… 'Friends' with good connections." Meg suddenly trailed off. "Um, I really don't want to go into details though…"

Soon Stewart pulled into the parking lot besides the building, which appeared significantly taller at the base. Looking up, the roof of the building began to blend into the dark night sky, with lit windows appearing to just float unsupported.

Stewart opened the door for them and bowed slightly, pinching the rim of his hat again. Jules jumped out, followed by Meg, Sorelli and Raoul. After shutting the doors, several other well-dressed freaks took the luggage and brought them inside as a sign reading "Mister Y Incorporated" greeted them.

The opening of the clean glass doors caused a warm gust of wind to flow around them as they entered the reception area. The floors were dark marble with patterns of abstract white wisps inlaid here and there, the walls were wallpapered dark grey with a gothic black lace pattern all around accompanied by iron light fixtures that resembled candles and paintings of Coney attractions, as well as dark velvet couches and short mahogany tables and six desks of dark mahogany were six freaks sat writing in books with black rotary telephones on the desk.

"Quite a place, huh Sorelli?" Raoul spoke as he looked around.

"Yes…" She breathed.

Someone cleared their throat and Raoul turned to see Madame Giry.

"So, this is Sorelli de Chagny?" She asked.

Sorelli nodded and bowed. "Yes Madame, mother and father told me about you."

"Hi grandma!" Jules waved.

Madame Giry scrutinized Sorelli carefully, feeling the weight of an elder's stare caused Sorelli to shake a bit. She tightened her grip on her carpet bag before nodding.

"Jules, come, you should head back up, it's time for your bath before dinner." Madame Giry spoke.

"But grandmother, I want to stay with my sister!" Jules protested pouting.

"Jules…" Madame Giry sighed holding out her long willowy hand.

He sighed and drooped his shoulders. "Ok grandma…"

She tapped her stick hard.

"I mean, yes grandmother…"

Jules took her hand and walked with her to the elevator, but not before turning to Sorelli and waving to her.

"Erik should be in his study, I'll take you there." Meg spoke putting her hand on Sorelli's shoulder.