§ I'm the Idiot to your Poetry §

[A big living room can be seen through the camera. A huge, lavishly decorated Christmas tree takes half of the space in the room, and other Christmas decorations are placed on every single other piece of furniture. There are small golder cherub statues, candy canes, huge wreaths and Santa-shaped candles.

Scattered all over the floor there are dozens and dozens of presents. Some are wrapped up in brightly-colored gift paper, others aren't. There are toys of every kind. Mechanical toys, plush dragons, a huge train toy set, toy castles, lincoln logs, toy soldiers and more.

On the table, looking quite glorious, there is an enormous chocolate birthday cake with seven little candles on top. Sitting on a nearby chair is Alois Trancy, pink-cheeked and looking quite pleased. He's wearing a new soft red coat, new stockings with intricated lace patterns, and new high-heeled ribboned boots.

He used Ciel's money to pay for all of this.]

Today it's Luca's birthday! You can come over to say happy birthday, but you can't touch the cake because it's all his. [He giggles happily.] I also decorated the whole Manor for Christmas because I know Ciel secretly wanted to, even though he said he didn't. [He gets distracted by something and the camera shifts. There are weird noises in the background but his voice can still be heard.] Luca! Come open your presents, I have a special one for you!

C-Claude-- it's dark.

[It's the voice of a child. The accent is distinctly British, and the tone is very anxious. The only part of him currently visible through the camera are his small pale hands, and there is a ring on the index finger of his right one. It's golden, set with a big rubin and small diamonds on each side.]

Hannah! Luca! Claude! Where is everyone-- Claude! [The hands are feverishly moving across a sea of childish drawings scattered on a dirty-looking floor. Among the papers there are some photographies, too. They all portray the same pair of smiling boys. The younger one is as dark as the older one is fair.] L- Luca. Why are your drawings-- and these pictures--

[There are some scuffling sounds and the camera gets shifted until the child comes to focus. He's the same blond boy portrayed in the pictures. He's no older than 13 or 14, and looks very shaken. There are tears running down his cheeks, but his tone is furious.] Claude! You promised you would've never left me alone again! Come here this instant or--

[He starts sobbing and curls up on the floor. Scattered all around him there are more drawings and some dust-covered toys. He picks up am old-looking, tattered plush rabbit and clutches it to his chest.] Please. Please Claude I-- it's too dark here. Claude-- I'm scared I'm scared I'm-- please come here. You know I'm scared. I don't want to be alone I-- I want us to go back home. Please don't leave me here-- Claude!

[Then the connection is lost.]