Chrissy pushed her mom out of her thoughts, or at least tried. "
In This Ancient House, do you need music?" She asked Andy, a true smile beginning to form again. She found his touch comforting, making her calm down a bit. Oh how she wanted that can t be able to comfort her in and out of her dreams. At that moment she began to believe he could be real, and would be real, the thought growing little by little. Even if it didn't come true, it was worth trying to believe in him. She had believed that Andre would save her, that he would go to America with her. That had happened, so what made this case so different. Okay...many things did, but it was still
similar. A piano began to form and she giggled a bit at the color, bright yellow. "I guess that is the sun of the galaxy." She joked, raising her hand to poke at one of the hanging stars in the black room.