the train arrived at the station near Perros, and before he left, he asked the conductor if he had seen a red-furred husky come on board, and as soon as he said yes, he darted off to Perros. Thankfully, the malamute remembered most of the layout of the place, so he could find his way around, and it wasn't long until he found a rather familiar inn in his sights.

   Jenna had been sitting by herself, in a small inn near the sea called Le Soleil Couchant, sipping on a small cup of coffee. Thankfully, the inn was empty for the most part, and she didn't mind the privacy. Of course, this privacy didn't last when she saw the door open to the inn, to find a rather familiar malamute walk in and speak with the owner.

   Steele? What's he doing here? She thought. She hadn't expected to see him here, even though she specifically told him that she would speak to him after she got back from Perros. Maybe he got the wrong idea, and she hoped that he couldn't see her in the other room of the inn, but she wasn't as lucky, as he darted over to her.

   "Steele, I wasn't expecting you to be here," Jenna said.

   "Well, I got your letter, and you wanted to speak to me." The malamute replied, sitting down across from the husky, "So, here I am."

   Jenna really wasn't in the mood to talk, but it looked like she didn't have much of a choice, since Steele was already here.

   "Well, I did, but I said I wanted to speak with you after I got back from here. Since this was sort of a private thing."

    "Yeah, I know, but I just couldn't wait. We should just talk about it right now, and get it over with, so what did you want to talk about?"

   "Well, it was mostly for that first date. I know we didn't start off on the right paw, and I want to try and put that behind us."

   "I agree, but, maybe we can try and be friends again, just like we used to."

   Steele grinned, "I like the sound of that."

   Or maybe boyfriend and girlfriend? Steele thought hopefully, that would be so much better…maybe now that the air has cleared, maybe I can ask her…hopefully she'll understand…

   "Um, Jenna, is it OK if I ask you something?"

   "What is it?" Jenna answered.

   "Well, I was just wondering what that argument was all about, you know, the one right before you left me in the park." He hoped that Jenna wouldn't get upset over this, even though they agreed to not try and argue again, but thankfully, everything seemed fine between them, for now.

   "Well, I guess it was sort of my fault-," The husky replied, but was cut off by Steele.

   "No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have asked you about why you didn't recognize me. I, uh, apologize for that."

   "Oh, ok," Steele could tell that things were getting awkward again, so he had to change the subject quickly..

   "So, um, how are rehearsals going?" He asked, leaning his head in his paw.

   "They're fine. La Carlotta just got back from her illness, and she's took my place during rehearsals, so it was back to the costume room for me."

   "Don't you mind? I mean, I think you'd be great in any role." The malamute complimented.

   "Oh, Steele," Jenna replied with a slight blush, "No, it's fine, it was fun while it lasted."

   "I just have to know, Jenna, where did you get such a great voice?" One of the things that I'm sure everyone wanted to know at the Canine was how and where Jenna got such an incredible voice in such a short amount of time, and Steele had a front row seat to it.

   "Well, it's mostly due to my teacher. He's absolutely brilliant at what he does, and he's taught me so much. It's strange, since he said that I might take Carlotta's place one day, and I did!"

   "Who is this teacher?"

   "Oh, um, well…" Steele noticed that Jenna wasn't really all too interested in talking about who her teacher was, but he couldn't help himself. It was truly fascinating.

   "You probably wouldn't believe me," Jenna said, scratching the back of her head with her paw.

   "No, it's OK, you can tell me, Jen. I won't laugh, I promise." Steele grinned, and Jenna wasn't sure if Steele could be trusted with this sort of information, but she decided it would be fine.

   "Well, I don't really speak with him face-to-face inside the costume room, and he for the most part, I only hear his voice." Steele was confused, since this sounded quite absurd. What kind of teacher doesn't meet with his students directly?

   "Why's that?"

   Jenna gulped, "It's because, and well…he's the Angel of Music."

   "Huh?" Steele cocked his head to one side, as this didn't really make much sense. What was she talking about? "I'm sorry, but I don't understand."

   "Remember that story my Father told us about? The one about the composer who's wife passed away?"

   Steele tried to remember, but as hard as he could, he didn't. "No, sorry, it's been a while. Could you inform me again?"

   "The composer was one of the greatest composers in Paris and his wife died of an illness, and the once she did, the composer no longer had to will to make music again. He was depressed, as the only love in his life was no longer there with him, and she was his motivation for continuing his work. Then, one night, she sees a beautiful light come down in his room, and suddenly, an angel, draped in white robes, and holding a violin in his hands, had ascended from heaven. His voice was alluring to him, and upon asking who it was, the angel told him he was the Angel of Music. He said that he was sent there by his deceased wife, as he was in a terrible state of health. Upon witnessing the Angel, he then found the courage and will to write music again, and once he did, his music was soon known throughout the entire world."

   After listening to the story, Steele could definitely remember a few details, but one of the things he didn't understand was why Jenna started to see this Angel. It was just a story, it wasn't real. Was she crazy or something?

   "So, you were visited by this Angel?" He asked.

   "Yes, I did, and even though I can't see him, I know he's there, and he's always watching me. He's been teaching me, and because of him, I feel far happier than I ever did. It's scary, Steele, since I don't know myself when I sing. It's like a different dog has possessed me, making my voice sound almost divine. It's frightening, but Steele, I've never been happier, since I know that my Father's promise was-,"

   Jenna stopped speaking when she heard the sound of chuckling, and she looked at Steele, who was trying to keep himself from busting a gut by covering his mouth with his paws.

   "Steele," Jenna said, almost insulted by his laughter, "why are you laughing?"

   "I'm sorry, Jen," Steele replied, giggling a bit, "But, that's one of most ridiculous things I've ever heard." The malamute couldn't really contain his laughter, despite the husky across from him was somewhat hurt by his response.

   "Steele, this isn't a joke." Jenna replied, "It's true, he's been teaching me. Don't you believe me?"

   "Jenna, just because your teacher doesn't want to be face-to-face with you, doesn't mean that he's an Angel, I mean, that's sort of strange, isn't it?"

   "Steele, I know it…I…" Jenna wasn't sure what to say, since she didn't expect Steele to actually burst out laughing at this. "I didn't think you'd react like that."

   "Well, I have to say, it is pretty silly to think that an Angel from your Dad's stories came to life, no offense to him, but it's completely ludicrous."

"Steele," Jenna was starting to get upset, "I thought you'd understand, but I guess not. Maybe you really have changed from what we use to be."

   Well, she's half right, but what about her? She's acting like I'd believe such stupid things. I mean, an Angel of Music from Heaven has been teaching her? What is going on here? Maybe she's let her childhood get the best of her…

   Jenna then got up from her spot, and started to walk away. Steele saw that this was just going to be a repeat from their first date, and had to do something about this.

   "Jenna, wait, don't go," Steele said, getting up from his seat as well.

   "Please Steele, leave me alone," She was stopped by Steele's paw clutching hers.

   "Come on, Jen, was it something I said?" The malamute asked. Jenna turned, and stared at him like she was dealing with an idiot.

   "What do you mean? You laughed when I told you that my teacher is the Angel of Music. You didn't have to laugh, you know."

   "Sorry,