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[Plaintive singing rises from down below.]

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Sounds good to me :)

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[He sits near the shore of the lake in only a dress shirt and his usual black slacks, the hem rolled up to just below his knee as he lets the gentle ebb and flow of the water lap over his ankle. Though it's as cold as everything else so far below Paris' streets, Erik's grown so accustomed to cool darkness and biting stone that he hardly seems to notice.]

[Neither does he notice Christine as he continues to sing consolingly to himself, completely unaware that he suddenly has an audience. It's a wonder she even managed to get there without his guidance, having successfully managed to maneuver her way around his various traps and snares.]

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[She steals a bit of courage to come closer, lured in by the sad notes of his song. Sometimes, she could feel that loneliness inside of him when he sang and she tried to comfort him by the melody of her voice joining his. Today, she is strangely silent. Perhaps shy. Always, their meetings have been on his terms, but not this time]

Are you very lonely down here?

[She questions him, once he is finished with his song. Her eyes are wide, her body bundled in a cloak against the chill. Strangely, it wasn't cold down here, there was a warmth that soaked into her very bones]