You don't believe in all this nonsense. If Tatiana is a fairy then you're the Queen of England. Michael is silent now, and the girl's light continues to fade.
 "Michael," you say, "let's get out of here."
There is no answer. You begin to get impatient. What's wrong with him?
"Michae-l-l," you whine, "it's her fault we got into this mess! Let's leave now.
Suddenly, he turns on you, eyes flashing.
"You leave," he grounds out, "I'm not leaving her here."
"You can't seriously believe that she's a fairy!" you cry in disbeilf.
 "I don't know!" he says with despair in his voice. "But something's still  wrong."
  You don't want to leave Michael, but you would like to be the center of attention for once.  The minutes pass and doubt begins to creep into your mind. Someone's gone to an awful lot of trouble to set up this elaborate trick.
 "This has gone too far," the room is filled with a melodious voice. The voice as is not as smooth and fluid as before; it is tinged with worry.
 You both glance around trying to find the voice's owner.
 "Stop this now," the voice commands you.
 "I don't know how!" you say defensively.
 "You do!" the voice accuses, "You do, but you won't!"
 You tremble as you can almost feel the voice's anger. Then, from out of the shadows, a tall thin figure in a black cloak steps into view. You instantly know that it's Erik. His yellow eyes glare murderously at you as he advances. He does not, however, go near you. Instead he kneels next to Tatiana across from Michael.
 "This is my fault," Michael whispers.
Erik shakes his head. "This is my fault. I tricked you into it."
"There's nothing you can do?" Michael asks looking up at the man he potrayed for so many performances.
Erik sighs. "No. There is a way, but only one person in this room knows it."
He doesn't have to look at you for you to feel his hatred.
"Erik?" asks a tiny voice that sounds like child's.
Erik jerks his head towards Tatiana. She is looking at him through half-closed eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Tatiana. I didn't mean for-"
"I know," she cuts in, "I forgive you."
 Erik smiles morosely and the girl painfully turns her head towards Michael.
 "Tell your grandkids about us, Mr. Crawford," she smiles. Michael nods.
Unable to turn her head back to Erik, she says, "I love you, Erik. Good-bye."
With that, her light flickers for the last time, then goes completely dark.
Tears roll down Erik's cheeks and he hangs his head in sorrow. You see this as the perfect opprotunity to escape. You really don't want to stick around to find out just how angry Erik is with you.
 You don't get very far, for you forgot one vital thing: hand at the level of your eyes!

                                 THE END

Erik won! Click on the rose.