A while later Erik began to stir, he suddenly felt trapped and surprisingly warmer. Erik opened his eyes to find a thick red blanket covering his body.

He had no idea how it had gotten there. Erik then felt something soft in his hand; he pulled it out from under the blanket to find it was a single red rose. Erik looked at the desk besides him and saw his old rose was still there.

'Where did this one come from?' he wondered, admiring the new flower in his grasp.

Erik placed one hand under the blanket and felt a piece of paper on his lap, pulling it out he soon noticed it was a note.

He quickly opened up to see what it said:

My Dear Erik

Please do try to keep warm, it is winter and I couldn't bare it if you caught a cold!

Lots of love

Christine xxx

A huge smile spread across his face as he couldn't help but to read the line 'Lots of love' over and over again. She loves him; his sweet Christine loved him and cared for him.

Erik happily sighed before gently brushing her rose against his lips and chin. Again he felt tired and soon drifted back into sleep and snuggled into the blanket whirl holding her rose over his heart.

Erik dreamed of nothing but Christine, his Christine.