Emily was in hysterics. She danced around in the pouring rain, her soaked her swaying. Then she noticed she was wearing a sky blue floral dress. It swayed as she twirled around in her new body. She could sing she was so joyful. But her joy was interrupted by a shadow running around in the distance. Emily stopped and stared. The figure stumbled around, and with a disheartened voice he called her name. He called Emily over and over again. Emily would recognise that hopeless voice anywhere.
"Victor!" she whispered to herself. She began sprinting towards him, but stopped dead in her tracks. She remembered what the creeper had said.
'You will look slightly different from before' Would Victor even recognise her? It was unlikely, but she had to see him. She staggered nervously over to him.
"Excuse me miss, uh, are you lost?" he asked. Emily paused for a moment.
"You, could say that" she replied. "I have nowhere to go, and I have no money for an inn."
"Well then, m-miss, we can't have that. You'll catch your death of cold."
"So will you if you wander around here much longer. What are you doing out here? Who is this Emily?" Victor caught his breath for a moment.
"Emily is my four year old daughter" he said. "She went missing this afternoon, and I have been searching for her." Emily gasped. Victor had a daughter. And she was missing?
"Oh my!" she gasped. "Perhaps I could help you find her?"
"That would be most helpful" Victor replied. "You can come back to the house with me, and we will discuss things with my wife." Emily nodded and followed Victor in the direction he began walking.
Back at the house, Victoria was anxiously pacing up and down in the hall. She fiddled with Emily's doll, and sniffed every now and then. She could not bear to think about what could have had happened to her daughter. She could only hope that Victor had found her. At that moment he snuck through the door. She flew into his arms.
"You didn't find her?" she whispered. Victor shook his head.
"But I met someone who wants to help us." Victoria had been so engrossed in what she was doing she hadn't noticed Emily standing by the staircase.
"Oh," she said. "Who is this Victor?"
"This is uh, um. Oh goodness, I don't even know your name!"
"It's Eleanor" Emily replied using the first name that came into her head.
"Well Eleanor, I appreciate your kindness" Victoria replied tearfully. "Would you like me to fetch you a towel and some dry clothes?" Emily then realised how wet she was. She was soaked to the skin.
"I would be very grateful, miss-?"
"Victoria. Victoria van dort."
"Yes, Mrs van dort. I would be grateful for one." Victoria smiled and led the dripping Emily upstairs. Victor flopped in his armchair, exhausted.
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"But why are you helping her? I just don't understand it!" cried a voice.
"Look, I didn't bring you here to ask stupid questions! I'm helping her because she is now our connection to the upstairs. She could be of a great use to us."
"Ah, I see" the voice began to chuckle. "So what are we going to do first?"
"That will come in good time, my good man. All in good time"
