The Universe's Mixer

Christine's dreams had been plagued by so many thoughts and feelings that when she woke it was strange to feel so rested. Perhaps one of the better nights rest she had had in quite some time. But she still felt so incredibly disorientated and it was most certainly not the nicest feeling to wake with. It took her a few moments to remember the events prior to her sleeping and when it came to her she slowly sat up. But she was alone and that did not work with those foggy memories. With a frown lowering her brows she stood and fixed her robe around her. She was sure she had not changed rooms in the night but something felt strange.

She began to walk around the large room and looked around it with wide, slightly scared eyes. Was he no longer here? Had her Angel heard her sing and felt displeased in how she had developed now? That thought most certainly worried her but she refused to think too much on it just yet. After all, if she did then she was bound to become upset and if he had simply left the room for a few moments then she would not wish him to worry over her. He would worry over her, yes? That made sense to Christine since he had been sent to guide and protect her.

But she was soon pulled from her thoughts as she noticed papers everywhere. Out of curiosity she lifted a few sheets and was not surprised to see music written. Again, it was something that made sense given what the mysterious man in the mask said he needed her for. Her voice. And she needed him to as well to help her reach her full potential as her father had wished. Her wandering ceased for a moment as she simply continued to look over the music, softly humming the notes after a few moments.